Sue Johnston - I Love My Grandma CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Hello. My name is Sue.

I'm here to tell you a story before you go to bed.

Now, tonight's story is about two very special hedgehogs.

One of them is Little Hedgehog and the other is his Grandma.

Would you like to hear all about them?

Fantastic.

Well, sit yourselves down comfortably.

This story is called I Love My Grandma

and it's by David Bedford and Brenna Vaughan.

Little Hedgehog and Grandma Hedgehog loved to play

hide and seek together.

One day, when Grandma went to find Little Hedgehog,

Little Hedgehog hid.

He put his paws over his mouth

so that Grandma couldn't hear him giggling.

"Where, oh, where can Little Hedgehog be?" said Grandma.

"I want to make a tasty picnic and I need help."

Little Hedgehog giggled again.

"Oh, well," said Grandma. "I shall have to make the picnic myself."

Little Hedgehog followed closely behind Grandma.

"I wish Little Hedgehog were here

"to help me pick juicy blackberries," said Grandma.

When she wasn't looking,

Little Hedgehog picked the biggest blackberries he could reach

and put them into grandma's basket.

"What a lot of berries," said Grandma, surprised.

"I already have enough for baking."

Little Hedgehog scampered into Grandma's kitchen

to find the best place to hide.

Little Hedgehog crouched down low so that Grandma couldn't see him.

"If only Little Hedgehog were here to help me," said Grandma.

Little Hedgehog giggled again.

Then he licked his lips as Grandma Hedgehog poured sweet,

scrumptious honey into her mixing bowl.

"Honey is my treat for Little Hedgehog," said Grandma.

Little Hedgehog crept out from his hiding place.

He tried not to make a sound as he tasted the honey for himself.

But it was too tasty.

"Yum," whispered Little Hedgehog,

then he hurried back to his hiding place.

Suddenly, "Ah-ha," said Grandma.

"Someone has been tasting my honey and they've left sticky footprints."

Oh, no. Little Hedgehog didn't want to be found.

Not yet.

Grandma followed the teeny tiny, sticky footprints

across the kitchen.

"Someone has been playing hide and seek with me," she said, smiling.

Then, "I've found you, Little Hedgehog," said Grandma.

But a Little Hedgehog wasn't behind the rocking chair.

There were only more sticky footprints.

Grandma followed the sticky footprints out of the kitchen

and into the garden.

The sticky footprints went round and round

and stopped by the flowerpots.

"I've found you this time, Little Hedgehog," said Grandma.

But Little Hedgehog wasn't behind the flowerpots.

He was inside one.

"Surprise!" said Little Hedgehog,

giggling as he gave Grandma a big hug.

"Well done, Little Hedgehog," said his Grandma.

"You are the best at hide and seek.

"And I hope you're hungry because our picnic's ready."

"I AM hungry," said Little Hedgehog.

But when he looked around the garden,

he couldn't see a picnic anywhere.

"Where is it?" he asked.

Grandma giggled.

"You have to find it," she said.

Little Hedgehog searched around the garden and soon found

honey cookies

and fruit salad.

And then Grandma brought out a giant blackberry and honey cake.

"Yum!" said Little Hedgehog.

It was the best he had ever tasted.

"I love Grandma's picnics," Little Hedgehog shouted happily.

"And I love my grandma."

That story was called I Love My Grandma.

Grandma made some delicious treats for the picnic, didn't she?

Now, as it's night-time,

lots more little hedgehogs will be waking up

to go exploring in the dark.

But it's time for you to go to bed.

So off you go to get curled up, warm and cosy.

I'll back soon with another bedtime story.

Good night.