Discover Kindness with Benny the Squirrel! | Bedtime Stories for Kids

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Chapters

• 0:00 Benny Learns About Kindness
• 5:00 The Power of Kind Words
• 10:00 Ricky and Penny’s Great Adventure
• 15:19 Benny and the Forgotten Promise
• 22:03 Oscar and Molly: The Journey of Learning

Transcript

Benny Learns About Kindness

Benny the squirrel zipped through the forest, his fluffy tail bouncing behind him. He darted between trees, giggling to himself. "Catch me if you can!" he shouted, zipping past a group of tiny field mice.

The mice squeaked in alarm, tripping over their own little feet as they scrambled out of his way. Benny laughed, spinning around to watch them scatter.

“Benny!” Rosie’s soft but firm voice rang out from a nearby patch of clover. She hopped over, her big brown eyes full of concern. “That wasn’t very nice.”

Benny perched on a low branch, grinning. “Oh, come on, Rosie. They’re fine! Just a bit of fun.” He flicked his tail playfully.

Rosie tilted her head, her long ears twitching. “But did you see their faces? They didn’t look like they were having fun.”

Benny blinked, glancing back at the mice. They were peeking nervously from behind a rock. He shuffled his paws. “I, uh... I guess I didn’t think about that.”

Rosie smiled gently. “Kindness goes a long way, you know. Wanna try it out?”

Benny made a face. “Kindness? That sounds... boring.”

Rosie chuckled. “I don’t think so! Why don’t you give it a shot? Just today. If you hate it, you can go back to being, well... you.”

Benny sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if it’s boring, I’m done.”

“Deal,” Rosie said with a wink.

As they walked, Benny noticed a line of ants struggling to carry a huge leaf up a hill. Normally, he’d nudge it just to see what would happen. But this time, he squatted down and gently pushed the leaf closer to their nest.

The ants paused, tiny antennae wiggling, before continuing their journey.

“Huh,” Benny mumbled, scratching his head. “That actually felt... kinda nice.”

Rosie grinned. “See? It’s not so bad.”

What do you think? Have you ever helped someone and felt good about it?”

They wandered deeper into the forest and soon spotted a little bird frantically trying to build a nest. Twigs were falling left and right, and the poor thing looked completely frustrated.

Benny picked up a sturdy twig and held it out. “Here, need this?”

The bird chirped happily and tucked the twig into her nest. She fluffed her feathers and gave a cheerful tweet before flying off.

Benny puffed up his chest. “Okay, that was kinda cool.”

Rosie nudged him. “Told you so.”

A little further down the path, they saw a baby rabbit struggling to reach some juicy clover behind a thorny bush. Without thinking, Benny carefully pushed the thorny branches aside so the bunny could hop through safely.

The little rabbit nibbled happily, its nose twitching with joy. Benny grinned. “Alright, Rosie, that’s three nice things I’ve done today. Do I win some kind of prize?”

Rosie laughed. “You win the satisfaction of knowing you made someone’s day better.”

Benny rolled his eyes but smiled. “I guess that’s not too bad.”

Later, they passed by the field mice again. Benny hesitated for a moment. This time, instead of rushing past them, he walked up and held out a shiny acorn. “Hey, wanna play a game?”

The mice hesitated, their little noses twitching, but then they smiled and nodded eagerly. Soon, they were all laughing and playing hide and seek.

Rosie watched from the side, a warm smile on her face. “See? Kindness makes it easier to make friends.”

Benny looked thoughtful. “You think they like me more now?”

Rosie shrugged. “What do you think?”

Benny looked at the mice, now happily scurrying around him. “Yeah... I think so.”

As the sun began to set, Benny and Rosie sat beneath the big oak tree, the golden light casting soft shadows.

“You know what, Rosie?” Benny said, his tail flicking. “I think I get it now.”

“Get what?” Rosie asked, her ears twitching.

“Kindness,” Benny said. “It’s... kinda like magic. When I teased everyone, they ran away. But today... they actually wanted to be around me.”

Rosie nodded. “That’s the secret of kindness. It makes the world brighter.”

Benny smirked. “Okay, okay. I’ll try to be the nicest squirrel in the forest. But if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

Rosie giggled. “It’ll be our little secret.”

“What about you? Think you can try being kind today? Maybe help someone out, share something, or just say something nice?”

The forest seemed a little brighter, and Benny felt lighter, too. Maybe kindness wasn’t so boring after all.

The Power of Kind Words

In a bright and bustling meadow, where flowers swayed and birds sang, lived Buzzy the bee. Buzzy loved to talk—buzzing from one flower to another, chatting about everything and anything.

“Did you hear about the new flower patch by the river?” Buzzy asked the butterfly, barely giving her a chance to reply. “I mean, I wouldn’t go there if I were you. It’s... well, not very colourful.”

Uh-oh! How do you think that made Butterfly feel? Not very happy, right? She fluttered away without a word, her wings drooping slightly.

But Buzzy didn’t notice. He zipped over to Squirrel, who was busy gathering acorns. “Wow, you’re still at it?” Buzzy blurted out. “You must be the slowest squirrel in the whole meadow!”

Squirrel’s little paws froze, and his cheeks puffed up in embarrassment. He quietly scurried away, leaving Buzzy confused.

From a tall oak tree, Ollie the owl watched carefully. Now, Ollie didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words were wise and thoughtful. He could see that Buzzy didn’t mean to hurt anyone, but his words were like prickly thorns instead of sweet honey.

Later that afternoon, Buzzy landed beside Ollie, his wings twitching impatiently. “Why is everyone acting so weird today?” he asked. “I was just joking! Words are just words, right?”

Hmm, what do you think? Are words just words? Let’s hear what Ollie has to say.

Ollie blinked slowly, ruffling his feathers. “Ah, Buzzy... words can be like honey or like thorns. They can sweeten someone’s day or leave a sting that hurts for a long time.”

Buzzy tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Ollie plucked a soft, silver feather from his wing and handed it to Buzzy. “Try this. Each time you say something kind to someone, hold the feather to your heart and see what happens.”

Whoa! What do you think will happen? Let’s find out!

The next day, Buzzy spotted Squirrel stacking his acorns. He hovered nearby, the feather tucked safely under his wing.

He took a deep breath and said, “Hey, Squirrel... you’re really good at gathering acorns. You must have the best stash in the whole meadow!”

Squirrel’s ears perked up, and his tail twitched with pride. “You think so? Thanks, Buzzy!”

Buzzy held the feather close to his heart. Hey! It felt... warm and fuzzy. Could kind words really make a difference?

Let’s try it again!

Buzzy found Butterfly perched on a daisy and buzzed over. “You know, Butterfly, your wings are absolutely beautiful. They’re even brighter than the sun!”

Butterfly’s wings fluttered happily. “Oh, Buzzy, that’s so kind of you to say!”

Buzzy smiled and clutched the feather. That warm feeling was back! Have you ever said something kind that made someone smile? It feels pretty great, doesn’t it?

As the days passed, Buzzy became more careful with his words. Instead of rushing into conversations without thinking, he started choosing what he said more wisely.

One day, he saw Ladybird looking sad. He hovered over and gently said, “I think your polka dots are the best in the whole meadow.”

Ladybird’s face lit up. “You really think so, Buzzy?”

Buzzy nodded. “Of course! They make you unique!”

Buzzy was starting to realise that words weren’t just words—they were powerful! The feather felt warmer and warmer every time he used kind words.

Do you think Buzzy will keep it up? Let’s see!

One evening, he buzzed back to Ollie’s tree and grinned. “Ollie! You were right! Kind words really are like honey. They make everything better!”

Ollie chuckled. “Indeed, Buzzy. Kind words help friendships bloom, just like the flowers in our meadow.”

Buzzy looked around at his happy friends and thought, Words aren’t just words. They have the power to heal, comfort, and bring joy.

From then on, Buzzy made sure to use his words like honey, sweet and kind. And whenever he felt unsure, he touched the feather Ollie had given him and remembered the lesson he had learned.

"And so, Buzzy learned a valuable lesson: Words have power—use them wisely. What about you? Can you think of a kind word you can say to a friend today? Maybe a ‘thank you’ or a ‘you’re amazing!’ Let’s all try it!"

Ricky and Penny’s Great Adventure

One sunny morning, Ricky the squirrel zipped through the treetops, his fluffy tail bouncing behind him like a runaway kite. Down below, Penny the hedgehog sat quietly on a rock, scribbling away in her little notebook. She glanced up and sighed.

“Ricky, do you ever stop to think before you do things?” she asked, tapping her pencil thoughtfully.

Ricky skidded to a stop mid-air—well, almost mid-air. He dangled from a branch by one paw, grinning. “Think? Why would I do that? Thinking takes too long!”

Hmm. Should Ricky slow down and think things through, or is he onto something? Let’s see how this plays out.

Penny shook her head and tucked her notebook away. “Ricky, one day you’re going to land yourself in trouble.”

“Trouble?” Ricky swung down and landed with a thud beside her. “Pfft. Trouble is just adventure in disguise.”

And just like that, something sparkled in the grass nearby. Ricky’s ears perked up. “Hey, look! A treasure!”

Penny squinted. “It’s...a key?”

Before Penny could say another word, Ricky snatched it up. “A key means a lock, and a lock means something exciting!”

Now, what would you do? Grab the key like Ricky or think it through like Penny? Decisions, decisions.

“Come on, Penny!” Ricky shouted, already dashing toward the woods.

With a groan, Penny followed. As usual, Ricky was three steps ahead—literally and figuratively. They soon found themselves in front of an old, moss-covered chest nestled under a gnarled oak tree.

“This has gotta be it!” Ricky said, shoving the key into the lock.

Penny held up a cautious paw. “Ricky, hold on. We don’t even know what’s inside! Maybe we should—”

Would you stop and check, or are you too curious to wait?

Too late. Ricky twisted the key, and the chest creaked open. And then—BZZZZZZ! A swarm of bees exploded out like tiny, angry guards.

“Bees!” Ricky shrieked, flailing his arms wildly. “Not treasure! Not treasure!”

“Run, Ricky!” Penny yelled, already sprinting toward the pond. She dove in with a splash, and Ricky followed right behind, flopping into the water like a soggy leaf. The bees, satisfied with their victory, buzzed away.

Ricky spat out a mouthful of water. “Okay...maybe I should’ve thought about that one.”

Told ya. Thinking first can save you a lot of trouble. But do you think Ricky’s learned his lesson? Let’s keep going.

Dripping wet but determined, the two friends trudged through the forest. Eventually, they reached an old wooden bridge stretching across a deep ravine. Ricky, of course, took one look and said, “Let’s cross it!”

Penny grabbed his arm. “Hold on! It looks old...and kind of rickety.”

“But it’s the fastest way!” Ricky argued.

“Sometimes the fastest way isn’t the best way,” Penny said, pointing to a winding path that led down into the ravine. “Let’s take that way instead.”

What would you do? Risk it on the bridge, or take the long way?

Ricky grumbled but followed Penny down the path. He complained the whole way—until they reached the bottom and found a shallow stream with big, round stepping stones.

“Oh,” Ricky muttered. “Well...this isn’t so bad.”

Penny grinned. “Told you planning works!”

By the time they climbed back up the other side, the sun was dipping lower in the sky. And there, right in the middle of a meadow, stood a beautiful fountain, its water sparkling in the fading light.

“This must be it,” Penny said, running a paw over the fountain’s base. “Looks like there’s a keyhole.”

Ricky held up the key but hesitated. “You do it, Penny.”

Do you think Ricky’s finally learned to be more careful?

Penny gently slid the key into the fountain and turned it. A soft gurgle sounded, and then—WHOOSH! A stream of water shot up, creating a shimmering rainbow.

“Whoa,” Ricky whispered. “That...was worth the wait.”

Penny smiled. “See? Thinking first isn’t so bad after all.”

So what do you think? Is it better to plan things like Penny or jump in like Ricky? Maybe a little bit of both?

As the last rays of sunlight painted the sky pink, Ricky and Penny made their way home, laughing and chatting. Ricky nudged Penny and said, “Hey, next time...maybe I’ll think before I act.”

Thinking first doesn’t mean missing out on fun—it just makes the adventure even better!

Benny and the Forgotten Promise

Benny the bunny and Lily the squirrel were the best of friends. They did everything together—playing tag in the meadow, collecting shiny acorns, and sharing delicious carrot sandwiches. Benny was always full of energy, hopping from one idea to the next, while Lily was the responsible one, always keeping things in order.

One sunny morning, Lily was busy arranging a picnic for all their forest friends. She carefully packed little sandwiches, jugs of sweet berry juice, and crunchy nuts. As she packed, she realized she needed more berries to make her famous berry tarts.

“Benny, can you help me gather berries for the picnic tomorrow?” she asked, her fluffy tail twitching excitedly.

Benny’s ears perked up. “Of course, Lily! I promise I'll be there first thing in the morning!”

Lily smiled. “Great! We’ll meet by the berry bushes at sunrise.”

Now, Benny meant to keep his promise. He really did. But… well, Benny had a habit of getting distracted. Have you ever promised to do something, and then completely forgotten? It happens, doesn’t it?

That evening, Benny was bouncing around his burrow, imagining all the fun they’d have at the picnic. “I’ll eat ten tarts!” he giggled to himself. “Or maybe twenty!” He flopped onto his bed, daydreaming about all the delicious treats Lily would bring.

But by morning, Benny had forgotten all about the promise he made.

As the golden sun peeked over the horizon, Lily stood by the berry bushes, basket in hand. She waited... and waited... and waited. “Where is Benny?” she wondered, tapping her foot impatiently. “He promised he'd be here.”

Meanwhile, Benny woke up feeling extra bouncy. “What a beautiful day!” he said, stretching his paws. “What should I do first?”

He thought for a moment. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a bright, colourful butterfly fluttering past his window. “Ooooh! A butterfly!” he gasped. Without a second thought, Benny hopped outside and began chasing it.

The butterfly flitted from flower to flower, leading Benny all over the meadow. He jumped, twirled, and laughed as he tried to keep up, completely forgetting about Lily and the picnic preparations.

At the berry bushes, Lily checked the time by watching the position of the sun. Benny was nowhere to be seen. “This isn’t like him,” she sighed, plucking a handful of ripe blueberries. “I guess I’ll just start without him.”

But it wasn’t the same without Benny’s chatter and silly jokes. Have you ever waited for someone who didn’t show up? It’s not a nice feeling, is it?

Benny, on the other hand, had discovered a patch of dandelions and was now blowing their fluffy seeds into the wind. “Wooosh!” he said, watching them float away like tiny wishes. “Oh, I should make a wish too!”

He closed his eyes and whispered, “I wish for the biggest carrot cake ever!” Then he plopped down on the soft grass, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Suddenly, something tugged at his memory. “Carrot cake… cake… picnic... OH NO! LILY!”

Benny’s eyes widened in horror. He jumped to his feet and dashed toward the berry bushes as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Oh, carrot sticks, I forgot my promise!”

When Benny arrived, Lily was sitting on a rock, her basket half-filled, looking disappointed. She glanced up at him with a frown. “Benny,” she said with a sigh, “you forgot, didn’t you?”

Benny’s ears drooped, and he shuffled his feet. “I did… I’m so sorry, Lily. I got distracted by a butterfly and some dandelions and... and... I forgot.”

Have you ever forgotten something important like Benny? It’s not fun when someone counts on you and you let them down, is it?

Lily took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I was counting on you, Benny. When you make a promise, it’s important to keep it.”

Benny looked down at his paws. He felt awful. He had let his friend down, and now she had to do all the work alone. “You’re right, Lily. I should’ve come earlier. Can I help now?”

Lily gave him a small smile. “Of course, Benny. Let’s finish this together.”

And so, Benny rolled up his sleeves—well, his imaginary sleeves—and got to work. He carefully picked the juiciest berries he could find, double-checking that they were just right for Lily’s famous tarts. He even managed to carry two baskets at once, hopping back and forth to help Lily fill hers.

As they worked, Benny said, “I think I learned something today. Promises aren’t just words, they’re... well... important.”

Lily nodded. “They sure are. Keeping promises shows that you’re responsible and trustworthy.”

Benny grinned. “And I definitely want to be trustworthy!”

Do you think keeping promises is important? What’s something you’ve promised and kept?

By the time they finished, their baskets were overflowing with bright, delicious berries. Benny wiped his forehead and puffed out his cheeks. “Phew! That was hard work.”

Lily chuckled. “It sure was, but I appreciate your help, Benny.”

That evening, when the picnic finally began, Benny made sure to be the first one there. He helped Lily set up the blanket and proudly showed everyone the berries he had helped pick. “I learned my lesson,” he said. “From now on, I’m going to write down my promises so I don’t forget.”

Lily patted him on the back. “That’s a great idea, Benny.”

And you know what? Benny actually did it! The next time Lily asked for help, Benny pulled out his little notebook and wrote it down:

"Help Lily gather acorns. Tomorrow. Sunrise."

So, what about you? Do you think writing things down helps you remember? Maybe you could try it too!

As the sun set over the meadow, the friends enjoyed their berry tarts, and Benny smiled, knowing he had done the right thing—eventually.

Oscar and Molly: The Journey of Learning

Oscar walked down the street like he owned it. Head high, tail swishing—like he knew everything about, well… everything.

"You know, Molly," he said, pushing his glasses up in that dramatic way he always did, "I pretty much know everything there is to know. Go ahead, test me."

Molly, skipping beside him, gave him a look. You know the one. That kind of really? look. "Everything?"

"Everything," Oscar repeated, flashing a smug grin. "Science, history, geography—I've got it all right here," he said, tapping his forehead like it was a treasure chest.

Molly scrunched up her nose. "Okay… um... why is the sky blue?"

Oscar blinked. "Oh. That? Easy." He waved his paw like it was no big deal. "It's blue because, uh... well... because."

Molly stopped. "Because?"

"Yeah," Oscar said, stuffing his paws in his pockets. "You know... it just is. Like, everybody knows that."

Molly crossed her arms. "Oscar... that’s not an answer."

"Uh... well," Oscar huffed, avoiding eye contact. "Look, Molly, not everything needs a big explanation, alright? Some things just are. Like... trees are green, water's wet... the sky's blue."

Hah. Ever met someone like that? Someone who really thinks they know it all but... well... you can tell they’re kinda making it up?

Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let’s check the bookstore! Maybe they have a—"

"A book?" Oscar groaned. "Molly. Books are for people who don’t know things. I already do."

Molly tugged his arm. "Right. Sure you do."

And before Oscar could protest, they were inside the tiny bookshop, the bell jingling above their heads. The place smelled... old. And kinda cozy. Dust and paper and something that reminded Oscar of the time he spilt hot chocolate on his homework.

Behind the counter, an old owl blinked at them from behind thick spectacles. "Ah, young minds in search of wisdom?"

"Yep!" Molly grinned. "Why is the sky blue?"

The owl chuckled like he’d heard that one a million times. "Ah, a classic! The sky appears blue because of Rayleigh scattering—sunlight hits the atmosphere, and blue light scatters the most!"

Molly gasped. "Whoa!"

Oscar coughed. "Yeah... I kind of knew that already." He fiddled with his glasses. "I mean, I was gonna say that."

Were you, Oscar? Hmm. Doubtful.

Molly flipped open a book eagerly. "Look! There’s a whole section on rainbows!"

Oscar peered over her shoulder. "Huh. I mean... yeah, rainbows... I know about those. Light bends and... uh... stuff happens."

Molly smirked. "Wow, Oscar. That was... insightful."

Feeling flustered, Oscar grabbed a random book off the shelf. "Well, uh, let’s not get stuck on rainbows. What about... uh... the ocean? I bet you don’t know why it’s salty."

Molly grinned. "Because of minerals! And rivers washing things in! I read about it last week."

Oscar blinked. "Oh. Right." He looked down at his book, suddenly very interested in it.

You ever had that feeling? Like... when you realize you might not be as smart as you thought? Yeah. Oscar was feeling that.

Later, they sat by the park fountain, their new books open. Molly was flipping through pages like she was on a mission.

"Did you know," she said, eyes wide, "that the moon pulls the ocean? Like, it literally pulls it!"

Oscar squinted up at the sky. "Wait. The moon... pulls on water?"

"Yeah! Tides! It’s science!" Molly tapped the book. "See?"

Oscar scratched his head. "Huh. The moon’s just... up there. Pulling at stuff. That’s... weird."

Weird, but pretty cool, huh?

Molly nodded, flipping another page. "Oh! And jellyfish glow because of... bio... biolume... bio... something."

Oscar sat up straight. "Bioluminescence!" He grinned. "I actually knew that one!"

Molly laughed. "Oh sure, sure you did."

"Hey," Oscar said, pointing. "I did!"

Molly smirked. "Alright, alright. I believe you. Kinda."

Learning new things is funny, isn’t it? You start with one thing, and suddenly you realize there’s so much more you don’t know.

Just then, a bunch of kids ran past, pointing at the fountain. "Look! A rainbow!"

Molly jumped up. "I know this! Rainbows happen when light bends through water!"

Oscar groaned. "Alright, alright... I get it. You’re a genius now."

Molly grinned. "Nah. I just ask questions."

Oscar thought about that. "Maybe... maybe I should start asking more questions too."

Molly beamed. "Now that’s what I like to hear!"

And just like that, Oscar and Molly became the best of learning buddies. Asking, wondering, discovering.

Because learning? It’s not about knowing everything. It’s about wanting to know more.

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