Hello, friends, and welcome to bedtime stories with mister jim O. I was just getting ready for bed, are you as well? Oh good, I hope you brushed your teeth and found all of your comfy things like pillows and blankets and stuffies. Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long as you have all those things ready, then it's time for our story. But first we must close our eyes so that we can travel to an imaginary world. One quiet evening, before the sun had set, Nora walked down the beach along
the line where the surf met the sand. The waves crashed gently on her toes, making her giggle. Out Of all the places in the world, Norah loved the beach the most. Sometimes she imagined she was a wave out in the ocean, or a seagull flying overhead. She watched one fly past and called out to it. Norah chirped to the bird, her arms outstretched like wings. She closed her eyes and imagined it heading home to its nest
and tucking itself in for the night. Nora went back to collecting seashells and marveling it all the different colors and shapes. Inside her bucket was a rainbow assortment of all the best shells that were to find. She almost missed one. As she went to take her next step. There just in front of her was the most strange looking seashell. It had no color and its shape was like a circle who had melted in the sun. Its
curved edge as bumpy as the waves. As Norah placed it in her hand, she could see her palm and fingers through it. Wow, it was see through, but cloudy like a foggy day. Norah put her bucket down in the sand and with her two hands she held the shell up to her eyes and looked through. Norah's eyes focused on the shell, expecting to see the ocean she was facing through it, but in dead everything was deep blue.
Bubbles passed by, floating slowly up to the surface. Then Nora herself felt like she was floating up beside them. Nora was a bubble. She was now floating slowly making her way through the quiet blue ocean. Bubbles didn't need any help to rise to the air, so Norah twirled and danced as she made her way up. At the surface, bubble Nora popped and became a wave, gliding over the deep blue ocean water towards the shore. The current was
moving her, so Nora the wave enjoyed the ride. As it approached the sand, she grew into a bigger wave and picked up even more speed. Norah dropped the clear shell, startled by the quick race towards the sand, and realized she was still standing in the same place, and she was still Nora, not a bubble or a wave. Wow, that was amazing, she said. Remember, Nora had always dreamed of being part of the ocean. I wonder if I
can do it again. Curious, Norah brought the seashell back up to examine once again, looking through it down towards the sand. This time, now Norah was a tiny little pebble tucked in snug alongside the others making up the soft sand beach. It was a warm, cozy feeling being nestled in among the others. The tide tried to make the waves reach out for her and her fellow pebbles, but she was tucked in too far from the ocean.
She felt the warmth of the sun as it rose high into the sky, and then the cool of the moonlight as it grew dark. The stars twinkled and winked above her. Nora was a sleepy little grain of sand, and when she yawned, the seashell slipped from her grasp and Nora was once again back in her own human body, her toes buried in the sand and the rest of her standing up above it. Maybe it's time to head back home. The sun was now setting, and as she gazed at the beautiful sunset, Nora new she had to
look at one last thing. Holding the clear magical shell back up to her face, Norah looked through it at the colors of the sky. She took a deep breath and became the streaks of the orange painted through the clouds. The orange was brushed over the clouds like paint. Then the orange colored Norah melted into a soft pink, and she felt soft and fluffy. Among the clouds. She drifted into a deep red color, floating along until she landed
in a deep night blue. Noura could have happily stayed there as the blue of the night sky, but the moon scooped her up on its way. She made its way up into the clouds, Norah curled up in its crescent shape. It made a nice cozy bed. She grabbed the clouds around her and pulled them in close, using them as a fluffy blanket. Closing her eyes, Nora returned to the beach holding the seashell. Oh I was so
cozy and sleepy, she sighed. Nora reached for the moon through her clear seashell, and she passed right through one arm, then the next, Climbing right through. Norah curled herself back into the curve of the moon and fell asleep. Well, my friends, I hope you have a very good night, very good dreams. Good night, my friends,