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0:29:07 > 0:29:09How many birds can I see today?
0:29:12 > 0:29:15Oh! Hello, I'm Sharon.
0:29:15 > 0:29:17Can you see any birds?
0:29:17 > 0:29:19Maybe if I look across there.
0:29:21 > 0:29:23No, all I can see is sky.
0:29:23 > 0:29:26Miles and miles of sky.
0:29:26 > 0:29:28Do you know what colour it is?
0:29:28 > 0:29:31That's right, it's blue.
0:29:31 > 0:29:36I'm looking for a special bird, who's blue, just like the sky,
0:29:36 > 0:29:40and like the bird in tonight's bedtime story.
0:29:40 > 0:29:43The story is by Julia Hubery and Mary McQuillan,
0:29:43 > 0:29:47and is called Wishmoley And The Little Piece Of Sky.
0:29:47 > 0:29:52Down in the dark, delicious earth, most moles are happy
0:29:52 > 0:29:57dig-dig-digging, but Wishmoley wanted more.
0:29:57 > 0:30:00He wished to see the world above.
0:30:00 > 0:30:06"Above is too big and bright for a little mole," said his mummy.
0:30:06 > 0:30:11"Look at your spadey paws and your lovely, shovely nose.
0:30:11 > 0:30:17"Moles are made for digging. Moles are made for under."
0:30:17 > 0:30:20Wishmoley tried to be a good, happy digger.
0:30:20 > 0:30:25But he couldn't help wondering if above was better than under.
0:30:25 > 0:30:33So one day he tunnelled up, up, up and he popped his head above.
0:30:33 > 0:30:36He looked at the busy, bustling world.
0:30:36 > 0:30:39Oh, it was all so strange and new.
0:30:39 > 0:30:41He felt afraid.
0:30:41 > 0:30:44And then he looked up at the sky.
0:30:44 > 0:30:50It was calm, and blue. It was beautiful.
0:30:50 > 0:30:53He wished he could have his own little piece of sky.
0:30:53 > 0:30:57Then, from way up high, something fell.
0:30:57 > 0:31:03Something smooth, and round and warm, and as blue as the sky.
0:31:03 > 0:31:06"Thank you," whispered Wishmoley.
0:31:06 > 0:31:11Then he carefully picked up his piece of sky and carried it under.
0:31:11 > 0:31:13"Look, Mummy, it's from above!" he said.
0:31:13 > 0:31:19"I wished for some of the beautiful blue and down it came."
0:31:19 > 0:31:22Wishmoley treasured his piece of sky,
0:31:22 > 0:31:24and took it with him everywhere.
0:31:24 > 0:31:29One morning, the little piece of sky began to quiver.
0:31:29 > 0:31:34A tap-tap-tapping come from inside, louder and louder.
0:31:34 > 0:31:36Suddenly, it broke apart!
0:31:36 > 0:31:41And a tiny, ugly little thing crept out.
0:31:41 > 0:31:44It snuggled next to Wishmoley, cheeping.
0:31:44 > 0:31:46"What is it?" he cried.
0:31:46 > 0:31:51"It's a baby," said mummy, "and it needs to be loved."
0:31:51 > 0:31:55Wishmoley soon had lots of digging to do.
0:31:55 > 0:32:01His baby needed worms, and grubs, so he dug and dug to find them,
0:32:01 > 0:32:06and then she grew too big for her little nest, so he had to dig
0:32:06 > 0:32:11another one, and still baby grew. So he dug another, and another.
0:32:11 > 0:32:17Wishmoley was happy digging because Baby loved him, and he loved Baby.
0:32:17 > 0:32:20She sang while he worked and she tried to help,
0:32:20 > 0:32:24but baby wasn't made for digging.
0:32:24 > 0:32:29She had the wrong kind of paws and she couldn't shovel at all.
0:32:29 > 0:32:31She cheeped, sadly.
0:32:31 > 0:32:35"Baby is crying," Wishmoley told mummy.
0:32:35 > 0:32:39Wishmoley wished he could make Baby happy again.
0:32:39 > 0:32:43Mummy hugged him tightly.
0:32:43 > 0:32:47"You have to be brave to make her happy," she said,
0:32:47 > 0:32:52"for Baby is a bird, and she doesn't belong under. She belongs above."
0:32:52 > 0:32:58So Wishmoley dug up, up, up above.
0:32:58 > 0:33:04Baby flapped the dirt off her wings and hopped and fluttered happily.
0:33:04 > 0:33:07She flapped and hopped and fluttered until...
0:33:07 > 0:33:10Oh! Baby flew!
0:33:10 > 0:33:15As Wishmoley watched her, he felt proud, and sad.
0:33:15 > 0:33:19"Why are you sad?" Baby asked.
0:33:19 > 0:33:23"Because, some day, you'll fly higher than high, and the blue will fill
0:33:23 > 0:33:28"your eyes, and maybe you'll forget to come down," said Wishmoley.
0:33:28 > 0:33:33Baby snuggled next to him. "I'll never forget," she said.
0:33:33 > 0:33:36One bright morning, a bird just like Baby
0:33:36 > 0:33:41swooped through the sky and Baby flew up to say, "Hello!"
0:33:41 > 0:33:46Wishmoley watched, and he knew he had to be brave.
0:33:46 > 0:33:49When she flew down, he kissed her.
0:33:49 > 0:33:52"You're not a baby anymore," he said,
0:33:52 > 0:33:55"It's time to fly with the other birds where you belong."
0:33:55 > 0:33:58"But you'll be sad," cried Baby.
0:33:58 > 0:34:00"Oh, no," said Wishmoley,
0:34:00 > 0:34:05"I'll be happy dig-dig-digging and thinking of you up in the blue."
0:34:05 > 0:34:11Baby hugged Wishmoley. Then up she flew, up and away.
0:34:11 > 0:34:16Most moles are happiest dig-dig-digging.
0:34:16 > 0:34:20But sometimes a little mole comes up above,
0:34:20 > 0:34:25and listens as a song falls from the sky, and he smiles.
0:34:25 > 0:34:27The end.
0:34:27 > 0:34:33And that story was called Wishmoley And The Little Piece Of Sky.
0:34:33 > 0:34:38Maybe if I listen really hard, I'll hear the bird singing,
0:34:38 > 0:34:42and then I'll be able to spot him flying in the sky.
0:34:42 > 0:34:48Well, while I keep looking, it's time for you to go to bed.
0:34:48 > 0:34:51And I'll see you soon for another story.
0:34:53 > 0:34:56Now, how about these trees?