Rosamund Pike - Spaghetti with the Yeti CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story.

Hmm. Well, we could have a really nice tuna sandwich,

with some yummy mayonnaise, or what about...

a salmon pasta?

That could be really...

Oh! Hello, I'm Rosamund. Buttons and I were just planning

a tasty lunch we were thinking of having tomorrow -

we were thinking about going on a picnic with the backpack,

and I was just thinking what we could eat.

And funnily enough, I know a story, about a little boy called George,

who shares his meal with a special new friend.

Would you like to hear all about him?

Tonight's bedtime story is called Spaghetti...

Do you like spaghetti?

So do I.

Spaghetti With The Yeti,

by Adam and Charlotte Guillain, and Lee Wildish.

And if you're sitting comfortably, I'll begin.

A boy called George had an excellent plan

to go and discover the Yeti.

He put in his backpack a warm woolly hat,

a map, and a tin of spaghetti.

Slowly, George climbed up a steep mountain path,

in search of the mythical beast,

when he stumbled straight into a monster

who was eating a sumptuous feast.

"Hooray!" shouted George,

"I knew you'd be here.

"I'm sure that you must be the Yeti."

The monster stood up with a furious gaze,

"Are you crazy?

"My name is Betty!"

"So sorry, Betty,"

said George with a smile,

"but I'm taking the Yeti some lunch."

"In that case, you'll want to take

"some of these bones,

"for the Yeti likes food with a crunch."

CRUNCH

So George climbed on up the steep mountain path,

to track down the hideaway brute

When he stumbled upon a big monster,

with a face like a battered old boot.

"Yippee!" shouted George.

"I've tracked you down now.

"I've been searching so long for the Yeti."

The monster glared down with the angriest growl,

"How insulting! My name is Hetty."

"So sorry, Hetty."

said George with a sigh,

"But I'm taking the Yeti a treat."

"In that case, you'll want to take one of these goats,

"for the Yeti likes food with a bleat."

GOAT BLEATS

So George trudged on up the steep mountain path,

dragging the goat by her tail.

When he spotted a shape in the distance,

and heard the most bone-chilling wail.

"Hurrah!" shouted George.

"At last, it is you.

"I've been looking so hard for the Yeti."

The monster looked down with a horrible howl,

"Are you bonkers?

"My name is Netty!"

"So sorry, Netty," sighed George, feeling glum.

"But I'm taking the Yeti a snack."

"In that case, you'll want to take lobsters and crabs,"

"for the Yeti likes food he can crack."

So George plodded on up the steep mountain path,

the difficult climb made him puff.

Exhausted, he threw himself down on the ground.

"That's it!" He cried.

"I've had enough."

As George sat despondent, his head in his hands,

a shadow fell over that place.

He felt something hairy -

a prod in the back -

and then turned,

and peered up at...

a face.

"I've found you!" cried George,

with a big, happy grin,

and he showed all his gifts to the Yeti.

But the monster looked down at the crab and the goat

and said...

"Sorry, I just eat spaghetti."

"I knew it!" said George, with a whoop of delight,

and he opened the battered old tin.

Then he tipped the spaghetti out into a bowl,

and George and the Yeti tucked in.

SLURP

GULP

Mmm. That story was called Spaghetti With The Yeti.

I thought all those other monsters were pretty funny, didn't you?

Now it's time for you to get snuggled up in bed,

and get a good night's sleep.

And who knows?

Maybe a friendly Yeti

will be waiting to share their breakfast with you.

Or maybe a Yeti's coming on our picnic.

Who knows?

Sweet dreams.