Sarah Alexander - Mole's in Love CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Hello. I'm Sarah. I've got something to tell you.

I know someone who was looking for love.

Would you like to hear all about him?

Tonight's bedtime story is called Mole's In Love

and it's by David Bedford and Rosalind Beardshaw.

One bright day,

Morris the Mole peeped out of his hole to find that it was spring.

"Yippee!" said Morris.

Then he hopped down from his hill and went off to find someone to love.

Morris peered around the farmyard. Moles don't see very well.

But Morris didn't think it would be hard to find someone to love

because he knew just what to look for.

Shiny, black fur! Luscious, shiny, black fur!

Morris hugged the luscious, shiny, black fur. He was in love.

Morris blew his love a kiss. Mwah!

But when the luscious, shiny, black fur blew him a kiss back,

Morris was blown off his feet!

Neigh!

He landed in a pile of leaves,

but nobody came to see if he was all right.

"Ouch," Morris said to himself, feeling glum.

Then Morris smelled the first new flowers of spring.

"Yippee!" he said, and skipped out of the leaves

and went off to find someone else to love.

A pink nose! A pretty, pink nose! Morris hugged the pretty, pink nose.

He was in love! Morris rubbed noses.

But when the pretty, pink nose rubbed back,

Morris was sent rolling away, cold and wet and slimy from head to toes.

He landed in some mud,

but nobody came to see if he was all right.

"Ouch," Morris said to himself, feeling glum.

Then he heard the happy twitter of birds singing about spring.

"Yippee!" said Morris and he jumped out of the mud

and went to find someone else to love.

Big, wide feet! Gorgeous, big, wide feet!

Morris hugged the gorgeous, big, wide feet. He was in love!

Morris sat down in the meadow with his love,

but when the gorgeous, big, wide feet sat down too...

Morris was choked...and tickled by feathers.

"Ah-choo!" he sneezed, tumbling backwards.

This time, he landed on a sharp thistle,

but nobody came to see if he was all right.

"Ouch," Morris said to himself, feeling glummer than ever.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch."

And even though he knew it was still spring,

he went back on sat on his molehill.

Morris said to himself... HE SNIFFS

"It is spring, and I'm alone without love.

"The shiny, black fur was too rough. The pretty, pink nose was too wet.

"And gorgeous, big, wide feet made me sneeze.

"I looked for love and I didn't find it."

Suddenly, Morris heard a tiny voice.

It said, "You have not looked hard enough!"

And before he could blink,

someone gave him a present, a present balanced on his nose

and wrapped around his ears.

And when Morris looked through his present,

he saw very clearly luscious, shiny, black fur. A pretty, pink nose.

Gorgeous, big, wide feet! And best of all, twinkly, smart spectacles!

"I'm called Minnie," said the tiny voice, as Morris stared at her.

"Are you all right?" she asked. And Morris said, "Yes, I am!"

Morris hopped down from his hill,

but he wasn't looking for love any more.

Love had already found him.

I hope you enjoyed that story, which was called Mole's In Love.

Oh, I'm so glad Mole was given some spectacles

so that he could find his love, aren't you?

It's time for you to go to sleep now,

and dream all about the people you love.

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