Shelley Conn - That Pesky Dragon CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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CBeebies Bedtime Story.

SQUAWKING

What was that?

Hello. I'm Shelly.

Can you hear that sound?

You can?

Do you know what it is? No, I don't either.

Sheep go "baa",

cows go "moo"

and horses go "nay"

but I don't know what makes a sound like that.

There's a strange sound in tonight's story.

It's by Julie Sykes and Melanie Williamson

and it's called That Pesky Dragon.

Izzy's dad had a farm

and on that farm there were a herd of cows,

a goat, a flock of sheep,

a brood of hens, three cats, two dogs and a dragon.

It didn't take everyone long to realise

there was a dragon on the farm. Its roar gave it away.

When Izzy stood on tiptoes and peered out of the window,

she could see the dragon's tail on the hill, by the well.

"Can we go and look at it?" asked Izzy.

"Certainly not!" said dad. "Dragons are far too dangerous.

"If we leave it alone, it'll be gone by tomorrow."

But the next morning, it was the roar of the dragon

that woke Izzy up.

"Rrooaarr!"

"It's still here then," thought Izzy

but she was shocked when she collected the eggs.

"These eggs feel rock hard," said Izzy as she shivered.

"It's that pesky dragon," said Grandpa angrily.

"His fiery breath has hard-boiled the eggs."

Izzy was desperate to look at the dragon.

Mum said, "That dragon's mean. You can tell from it's roar."

"I think it sounds sad," said Izzy. "Can't I have a tiny peek?"

"Rrooaarr!"

"Definitely not," said Mum. "Go indoors and it'll fly away."

But it didn't fly away.

That afternoon, when Izzy helped Mum milk the cows,

they were in for another shock.

"Yoghurt?" cried Izzy. "Oh, dear," said Mum.

"It's that pesky dragon's fault!"

"It has scared the cows and turned their milk to yoghurt!"

"Rrooaarr!"

The next morning, it was the light of the dragon's fiery breath,

and not the rising sun, that woke Izzy.

A lovely smell was drifting up the stairs.

"Mm, toast!" cried Izzy, sliding down the banister.

"It's not toast, it's my prize wheat," Dad said bitterly.

"That pesky dragon burnt a field in the night.

"I'm phoning Remove-a-dragon."

"Not Remove-a-dragon!" shrieked Izzy.

"Why don't you ask the dragon to leave?"

"It's far too dangerous," said Dad. "It's fierce. Listen to its roar!"

"It sounds hurt, not fierce, if you ask me," said Izzy.

"Run along, while I make this call," said Dad.

So Izzy ran out of the farmhouse, past the chicken shed,

and all the way up the hill towards the dragon.

Suddenly Izzy grew scared. What if the dragon was dangerous?

What if it was hungry? What if it ate girls for breakfast?

She panicked but it was too late.

The dragon had already seen her. Izzy took a brave step forward.

She could see the scales on its tail and feel the heat of its breath.

But the big, scary dragon was just a tiny dragon

trapped in the well, crying for help.

"I've been shouting for help for days", cried the dragon.

Izzy fetched Mum, Dad, Grandpa and Remove-a-dragon lady to help.

"They look scary", sniffed the dragon, as they came towards him.

"Don't worry," said Izzy.

"Don't breath, otherwise you might singe us."

The dragon held his breath while Izzy, and everyone,

pulled and pulled until...

Pop! The dragon was free!

Now Izzy's dad has a farm with a herd of cows, a goat,

a flock of sheep, a brood of hens, three cats, two dogs and a dragon.

Izzy loves cold mornings.

With a dragon around, there's always hot milk, hard-boiled eggs

and toast for breakfast.

That story was called That Pesky Dragon.

Do you think it's a dragon making that sound?

Let's look around.

While I find out, it's time for you to go to bed.

I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd