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CBeebies Bedtime Story.
I'm having a spot of bother.
I'm trying to write a story,
but I'm lost for words.
Wait. Maybe the Tapir in tonight's bedtime story
can give me some help.
The story is called Lost For Words,
and it's by Natalie Russell.
Tapir had some pencils and a nice, new notebook...
..but he didn't know what to write.
He stared at the clean page
and tried to think of something, anything,
but nothing popped into his head.
It felt empty, just like his page.
Tapir's friends could write words easily
about things that meant a lot to them.
Giraffe was writing a poem about his favourite tree.
He chewed its leaves as he wrote.
"You are tall and thin, my perfect tree.
"You reach so high, just like me.
"Your leaves so juicy and good to chew.
"Oh, precious tree, I do love you."
Giraffe had a way with words.
Hippo was in his muddy pool, writing an exciting story.
"Once upon a time there lived a very handsome hippo.
"One day, while dozing in the pool,
"he heard a bird cry for help.
BIRD CHIRPS "What a disaster.
"She was stuck in the mud.
"The very handsome hippo swam bravely to her rescue.
" 'My hero,' chirped Bird.
"Thank goodness the handsome hippo was an excellent swimmer.
He always knew how to begin a story,
and how it would end.
Hippo was very clever.
Flamingo was composing a song about the sun.
She hummed softly as she wrote.
# When the sun shines brightly in the sky
# I feel so happy I want to fly
# I stretch my neck and fluff my feathers
# For me, sunshine is the best of weathers.
# But when the clouds come and then the rain
# My long, long legs become cold again. #
Her song was so perfect,
it brought a tear to Tapir's eye.
SHE SIGHS I must be doing something wrong,
thought Tapir. So, he tried humming,
He even chewed on some juicy leaves...
..but no words came -
and the harder he tried,
the crosser he felt.
"It's not fair," said Tapir.
"Don't worry," said his friends. You'll think of something.
But Tapir wasn't so sure,
and he walked away.
..to a quiet place on top of the hill...
..and there, Tapir looked out at the beautiful view,
and began to think.
Then, very carefully,
he opened his notebook and unpacked his pencils,
and without a word,
he drew the sun,
big and round,
right at the top of his page.
A bright sun, especially for Flamingo.
Under the sun, Tapir drew the river,
long and winding,
down to the pool where Hippo liked to play.
He added plenty of mud to keep Hippo happy.
Next to Hippo's pool, he drew a tall tree.
Tapir covered it in fresh, green leaves,
because he knew Giraffe would like it that way.
When Tapir had finished, he looked proudly at what he'd drawn,
but there was something missing.
Three friends, so important that they needed a page all of their own.
Tapir rushed back to show his friends what he'd drawn.
SHE GASPS "How wonderful you are,"
"You draw so well," said Hippo.
"It's beautiful," whispered Flamingo,
wiping a tear from her eye.
Tapir didn't need words after all,
His colourful drawings said everything he wanted to say,
and they said it perfectly.
I'm really happy that Tapir found a way
to say how he felt with pictures.
In fact, he's given me an idea for a picture to draw.
Did you enjoy the story?
It's bedtime now,
and you can dream your own tales.
I'll join you soon for another bedtime story.