Ore Oduba - The Sports Day CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Hi, there, I'm Ore. Would you like to hear a story?

Oh, great!

It's called The Sports Day by Nick Butterworth and Mick Inkpen.

Hooray! Today is sports day.

Sam is training hard.

He's eaten all his breakfast and now he's doing his exercises.

Tracey...

YAWNING

..is still in bed.

She says she's saving her energy for later.

"Good luck", says Dad as he goes off to work.

Mum is listening for the weather forecast.

TUNING RADIO

'And later on, showers spreading to all parts.'

It's a lovely afternoon.

Looks like the weatherman was wrong.

Lots of mum and dads have come to watch.

"Welcome to our sports day, everybody", says Mrs Jefferson.

But the loud-hailer isn't working properly and nobody can hear.

She gives it a shake and tries again.

Still it won't work.

Mr Bryant, the caretaker, comes to help.

He switches it on.

The first race is for the infants.

It's a beanbag race.

"Stand back behind the line", says Miss Foster.

Ready, steady...go!

They're off! Jeffery's beanbag has fallen off his head.

Jenny's is slipping off too.

Mathew's won't come off, he's holding it on.

The next race is the wheelbarrow race.

"Now, pushers, don't push too hard", says Miss Foster.

"We don't want any broken wheels".

David and Jamie are making a lot of noise.

"We're being a space buggy, Miss", says Jamie.

"Spacemen need to be extra careful", says Miss Foster.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Away they go, everybody shouts and cheers. It's going to be close.

At the finish, the space buggy is just beaten by a wheelbarrow.

Karen has to use special walking sticks to help her get about.

She's going to run in the 50 metres dash.

Miss Foster says that Karen can start

a little in front, if she likes.

But Karen doesn't want to. They're off and running.

Look at Karen go! She's going to come third.

Go on, Karen!

There's a great big cheer as she crosses the line.

After the race, everyone wants a go with Karen's walking sticks.

Sam and his friend Richard are revving up at the start line

like two racing cars. Broom! Broom!

They're in the egg-and-spoon race.

Miss Foster says... "Go!"

And they're off.

The girls are going very carefully, especially Tanya.

She isn't going to be first but she isn't going to drop her egg.

Sam is doing well, very well.

-He's going to win!

-SPLAT

Oh, no!

Richard has dropped his egg and it's broken.

It's run all over his shoe.

One of the teachers wipes it off.

"Your mum was supposed to give you a hard-boiled egg", she says.

Oh, dear. Where have those clouds come from?

Looks like the weatherman was right, after all.

Let's hope it's just a passing shower.

On go the coats, up go the umbrellas.

Tracey's mum didn't bring an umbrella but she did bring a flask.

"Would you like some, Miss Foster?"

"Thank you".

It's brightening up a bit now.

Good, the rain has stopped.

The sun comes out and the umbrellas start to steam.

Tracey is in the next race.

It's the obstacle race.

"Run backwards to the hoops", says Miss Foster.

"Then through the hoops, under the sheet, into the sacks

"and hop to the finish."

"Are you ready? Go!"

Tracey's off to a good start.

Oh, dear!

Joanne's got the hoops stuck.

Tracey's the first one under the sheet.

Mathew's found a hole in it.

Now what's happening?

There's a lot of wriggling and giggling under the sheet

but no-one's coming out.

"I think we'd better help them out", says Miss Foster.

No-one wins but it was good fun.

The last race of the afternoon is the dads' race.

"My dad's a brilliant runner", says Henry.

"So is mine", says Paul.

The dad's are all laughing as they wait for the start.

Go! They're off.

Oops, Henry's dad has lost a sandal.

Nicola's dad wins,

Henry's dad is last.

"Don't cry, Henry", says Miss Foster.

But Henry says he's just got something in his eye.

And now it's time to go home.

"Well done, everybody", says Mrs Jefferson,

as she thanks every-one for coming.

But no-one can hear.

Mr Bryant has put the loud-hailer away.

"Did you see me win, Mum?", says Sam.

"I certainly did", says Mum.

"Look, there's Dad", shouts Tracey.

"Come on, Sam, I'll race you to the gate."

That story was called The Sports Day.

What a lot of races!

I think the obstacle race was my favourite.

Now, it's time for you to go to bed

and I'll see you again soon.

Sleep tight, night-night.

SNORING