Andy Day - Oddsockosaurus CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story.

It's time for a special bedtime story

here in the CBeebies house, with me, Andy.

Are you all tucked up in bed?

Good!

This story is about a young boy who loves odd socks and dinosaurs

almost as much as me.

It's called Oddsockosaurus,

and it's written by Zanib Mian

and the pictures are by Bill Bolton.

I am a six-year-old boy,

but I'm not the same all the time.

I can get very, very complicated

and hard to understand.

I think if dinosaurs were still around,

they would understand me quite well.

Sometimes, I am an Oddsockosaurus.

This can happen because of the sock monster in our house

hiding all my socks.

It can also just happen when I feel like it -

because wearing odd socks is fun.

Why can't Grandma do cartwheels?

Why don't crabs have eyebrows?

Why don't humans have tails?

Sometimes, I am a Whyceratops.

This happens when I have a lot of questions -

which is quite often, because it isn't really my fault

if I get an answer that just makes me think of another question.

Sometimes, I am a Nofocusodocus.

This happens because I cannot really help it

if I have to look out of the window

when my dad is explaining the homework to me,

or if I have to look for my favourite toy

while putting my shoes on.

Sometimes, I am a Fastosaurus Rex.

This always happens when I'm running in the playground

or riding my scooter in the park.

Sometimes, I am a Muddyraptor.

This can happen if it's been raining,

and I decided to play in the garden

and also fell down quite a few times.

It can also happen if I couldn't resist

kicking the extremely muddy puddle

my mum told me not to go near.

Sometimes, I am a Cheekyodon,

if I'm in the mood to put my underpants

on the head of my sister's teddy bear.

It can also happen if I secretly take out the remote

and change the channel when my dad is watching TV.

Sometimes, I am a Tidyosaurus.

This happens a lot,

because I do not like it when people step on my toys.

So I put them back in the boxes.

It also happens because I do not leave my pyjamas

right in the middle of the floor when I take them off.

Sometimes, I am a Readabookadocus.

This happens every bedtime for sure,

and lots and lots of times every day

because I love to read books,

especially books about dinosaurs.

Sometimes, I am a Hungryophus.

This happens to me suddenly,

with a big dinosaur roar in my tummy.

It definitely happens just after I've been playing a lot of football,

and every day on the way back from school.

Sometimes, I am a LOUDATROPS!

HE ROARS

This can be a problem for other people's ears when it happens.

It can happen when I'm pretending

that a Tyrannosaurus Rex is visiting a zoo.

Sometimes, I am a Philosophoraptor.

Hmm...

This happens when I think a lot

about things going on in the world,

and when I ask my dad about the meaning of life.

Sometimes, I am a Tellafibasaurus.

This happens if I eat cookies before dinner,

and I say that I didn't,

or if I push my sister and tell my parents she fell down.

Sometimes, I am a Nevertiredophus.

HE YAWNS

This happens to me when people tell me I am sleepy and tired,

and I have to stand my ground that I absolutely am not!

HE YAWNS

And sometimes - just sometimes -

I am all of them put together.

Woo-hoo! Ha-ha-ha!

Did you enjoy that?

HE YAWNS

Excuse me. I think I'm a Tiredosaurus at the moment.

Are you?

Well, hopefully we'll be dreaming of dinosaurs tonight.

Sleep tight, night-night.

SNORING