A Bed of Your Own CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story!

Oh!

This doesn't belong here, this belongs in the kitchen.

Sid must have been cooking in his sleep again.

Oh, hello. I'm Tristan.

I thought I'd make myself comfy on the CBeebies bed,

ready to tell you a story,

but it's all lumpy with things that don't belong here.

And these books need putting away, too.

I know someone else who's been finding things

that don't belong in her bed.

Her name is Suzy Sue, and she's in tonight's bedtime story.

It's by Mij Kelly and Mary McQuillan,

and the story is called A Bed Of Your Own.

This is the story of Suzy Sue.

Ready for bed, just like you.

She brushed her teeth, she picked up her ted,

she clambered and climbed into her bed.

She yawned a huge yawn and turned out the light.

But something, somewhere wasn't quite right.

"I'm squished, I'm squashed, I'm uncomfy!" she said.

"I think there's something wrong with the bed!"

"I know," said the cow. "This bed's far too small.

"I've tried and tried, but I can't sleep at all."

Oh, what a shock! What a drama of dramas!

A cow in the bed! A cow in pyjamas!

COW MOOS

"What are you doing?" said Suzy Sue.

"What do you think?" said the cow, with a moo.

"I'm trying to go to sleep, of course."

"Oh, please do be quiet!" grumbled the horse.

"How in the world can I get a nap

"with the pair of you going yappity-yap?"

Oh, what a shock! What a bolt from the blue!

A horse in the bed, with his cuddly toys, too!

And when Suzy Sue fell back in a heap,

what she thought was a pillow was really a sheep!

"How can I sleep? How can I doze?

"Please, please, please let go of my nose!"

Oh, what a shock! What a dreadful surprise!

But by now, Suzy Sue was getting quite wise.

She threw back the covers, she called loud and clear,

"Are any more animals hiding in here?"

"Just little me," somebody said, and Suzy Sue fell out of the bed.

Goodness gracious, oh golly, oh gosh!

No wonder the bed was a terrible squash!

No wonder nobody could get any sleep,

with a goat and a horse and a cow and a sheep.

All tossing and turning, all hogging the covers,

and fighting for pillows and kicking each other!

"For goodness sake!" yawned Suzy Sue.

"What on earth's got into you? Don't you have a bed of your own?"

"We can't sleep there," said the sheep, with a groan!"

"It's too hot!" "It's too cold!" "It's too dark!" "It's too light!"

"There's something about it that isn't quite right."

But Suzy Sue was stern and strong.

She led them back where they belonged.

She tucked them up, and then she read a book about going to bed.

She hugged them all, and said goodnight.

But just as she went to turn down the light, she had an idea,

and suddenly said, "It's all very well, this going to bed,

"but what really matters is falling asleep."

"But that's the hardest part!" said the sheep.

So Suzy Sue climbed in the bed.

"What you have to do,"

she said, "is feel how your bed is all comfy and cosy.

"Feel how it makes you all drowsy and dozy.

"Feel a safe, soothing softness beginning to spread,

"from the tips of your toes, to the top of your head."

"And all of your worries are wafting away,

"like a bunch of balloons on a cloudless spring day.

"And you're in a boat, floating downstream,

"drifting away on a beautiful dream."

In the silence that followed, you could hear a pin drop.

"Go on," said the cow. "Please don't stop!"

"Oh, dear," said the goat. "Oh, dear, oh, dear.

"She's fallen asleep, but she can't sleep here."

"She's hogging the bed!" "She's starting to snore!"

"She'll keep us awake, it's happened before!"

"Oh, silly Suzy Sue!" they said.

"Come on, let's take you back to bed."

See, each of us has our own place to rest.

The mouse has a hole, the hen has a nest.

The pig has a sty, it's smelly, but snug.

The dog has his basket, the cat has her rug.

They all have beds, and you do, too.

So snuggle down, Suzy Sue.

That was the story of Suzy Sue, safe in her own bed,

like you should be, too.

And that story was called A Bed Of Your Own.

I'm glad the animals found their own beds,

so Suzy Sue could get to sleep.

Oh, and it's time for you to sleep right now, too.

Just make sure there are no animals taking up space in your bed.

Sleep well. I'll see you soon for another story.

Night, night.

Now then, is there room for me to sleep here? Let's see.

Move that, move that over there...

Move these books. Come on, Mr Panda.

There we go.

There we go, Mr Panda, Mr Lion, there we go.

Ah, that's better! Ah, night, night!

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