The Baby Dragon Tamer CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Up and down and whee! There you go, look at you go.

Hello, I'm Katy.

I'm pretending to fly with my favourite dragon toy,

it's great fun and you're a good little flyer,

aren't you, little dragon?

There's a dragon who can fly up high in our story tonight.

Would you like to meet him? You would?

There's a baby that would also like to meet him too,

so get comfy and I'll tell you all about them.

The story is by Jan Fearnley and it's called The Baby Dragon-Tamer.

One dark and starry night when a baby was sleeping in his bed,

along came a great big dragon looking for treasure.

"Stamp, stamp," went his feet. "Crash, crash," went the furniture.

Books flew like birds, walls trembled like jelly.

The dragon snorted silver sparks.

He was full of magic and fire and bad, bad temper.

Crash, boom, raagh!

This rumpus woke the baby up.

He rubbed his eyes, blinked, and went to see what the fuss was about.

Through silver wisps of smoke, the dragon glared at the baby.

"Give me your treasure!" he demanded.

"Bleugh," said the baby.

"Hey, I'm mean and nasty!" growled the dragon.

"You should be very frightened! Give me your treasure!"

"Goo goo," said the baby. He didn't know how to be frightened.

He was too little. The dragon frowned. "Why," he said.

"this cheeky little flea thinks he can take me on.

"All righty, I'll show you."

The dragon threw back his head and roared a terrifying roar.

"Raargh!"

"I bet you can't do that," he smirked,

patting the baby on the back.

"Raa!" burped the baby.

"Hmm. Very impressive," said the dragon. But watch this.

He screwed up his face

and puffed out fire and sparks which sizzled into the air.

"Now, give me your treasure!" he cried.

"Tee-hee!" went the baby, flapping his arms with delight.

Then he screwed up his face like an old apple.

Prrp! "Whatever next?!" said the dragon.

He soon found out.

"This isn't treasure," he said,

wrestling with a nappy, powder and pins.

"This certainly isn't treasure!"

Then the dragon showed the baby his biggest, best

and scariest trick of all.

With a flap of his scaly wings,

together they hurtled through the dark, dark sky.

They waved to the big yellow moon and said hello to the twinkly stars.

"Whee!" said the baby. Safely back home, the baby was sad.

He loved flying.

"Waah!" he cried. "Oh, no!" said the dragon.

He'd never heard such a terrible noise.

"Don't cry, baby. Just give me your treasure!"

But the baby kept crying. "Waagh!"

So the dragon played him a tune,

danced him a dance and did some tricks.

But every time he stopped, the baby cried.

The poor dragon didn't know what to do. Then he had an idea.

Ever so gently, he picked up the baby

and cradled him like a precious jewel.

The baby smiled trustingly into the dragon's emerald eyes.

The dragon smiled back.

It was pure magic.

As the baby chuckled and snuggled in the dragon's big, strong arms,

the huge beast's heart was filled with love.

"There, there, my little treasure," whispered the dragon.

The dragon decided he would like to stay.

"You've given me something so precious," he said.

"Would you like me to teach you something special?"

"All righty," said the baby.

"Whee!" said the baby.

"All righty," laughed the dragon,

and off they flew through the sky together.

And that story was called The Baby Dragon-Tamer.

Flying high in the sky with the dragon looked fun, didn't it?

Or maybe you can dream of flying with a dragon in your dreams tonight

and have fun wherever you go.

I'll see you soon for another bedtime story. Night night.

OK, little dragon, it's your turn this time. Are you ready?

Whee!

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd