What Happened to the LOST CHAPTER of Tiny Tales? | Bedtime Stories for Kids

Lost Words, Found Magic! | Tiny Tales Adventure | Bedtime Stories for Kids 

 Dive into a magical bedtime story for kids set in Tiny Tales Land, where lost words whisper through the wind and adventure awaits! Join Pixie, Max, and Leafy as they embark on a fairy tale quest to restore a missing chapter from the oldest book in Tiny Tales Press. Will they solve the riddle of Alderwise the Great Oak and uncover the secrets of the first storyteller? This Tiny Tale is a heartwarming English bedtime story filled with mystery, wisdom, and the power of storytelling! 

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The Lost Chapter of Tiny Tales Press

Tiny Tales Land wasn’t just a place—it was a living, breathing collection of stories. The kind of place where words danced through the air, where history wasn’t just written but whispered, told, and retold. Every story mattered. Every single one.

And that’s why, on this particular morning, Grandpa Frog sat frozen in his library, his big, round eyes scanning the oldest book in Tiny Tales Press. Something was missing.

Not just any something. A chapter.

Ever had that happen? Like, you're reading a book, and suddenly, there’s just… a page gone? One minute, the story is flowing, and the next—it stops. Poof. Vanished.

Grandpa Frog’s webbed fingers traced the empty space. “No, no, no,” he muttered. “This isn’t right.”

The book was old. Older than him. Maybe even older than Tiny Tales Press itself. And the missing chapter? It was about the first storyteller of Tiny Tales Land. If it disappeared, they’d forget how it all began.

And that? That was not an option.

So, naturally, he called for help. And not just any help.

Pixie—tiny, excitable, and always buzzing with energy. Max—the winged fox, sharp-eyed and skeptical. And Leafy—the gentle rabbit , the one who always, always listened to the land.

They arrived in a flurry of questions.

“A missing chapter?” Pixie gasped. “Like… forever missing?”

Max tilted his head, wings twitching. “Sounds weird.”

Leafy’s long ears twitched. “Who would take words from a book?”

Grandpa Frog sighed. “That’s what we need to find out. But I have a feeling the answer isn’t in this library.” He pointed out the window toward the biggest, oldest tree in Tiny Tales Land.

Alderwise.

The Great Oak. The one who had seen everything.

“You want us to ask a tree?” Max said, raising an eyebrow. “Because that’s totally normal.”

Pixie nudged him. “Oh, please. You have wings and you’re worried about a talking tree?”

Good point.

They set off, leaves crunching underfoot as they reached Alderwise’s enormous roots. The tree stirred, its ancient face forming in the bark, eyes glowing with wisdom (and maybe a little mischief).

“Ahhh,” Alderwise rumbled. “You seek the lost words.”

Pixie put her hands on her hips. “You already know why we’re here? Why do old magical things always do that?”

Alderwise chuckled, the sound like wind through branches. “Because stories are cycles, little one. And you are walking in one now.”

Max groaned. “So, that means…?”

Leafy sighed. “We have to prove we’re worthy of the story.”

Ever met someone who knows the answer but makes you work for it? Annoying, right?

Alderwise’s branches swayed, and three large acorns dropped to the ground. “Solve my riddle, and I will share what I know.”

Here it comes.

“I hold memories but have no eyes,

I capture stories but never speak,

I am shaped by time, though I do not breathe.

What am I?”

Pixie groaned. “Ugh, riddles.”

Max crossed his arms. “It’s obviously a book.”

Leafy frowned. “No, books don’t change over time. But something does…” She trailed off, then gasped. “A tree! Trees have rings that tell their stories.”

Alderwise chuckled again. “Very good.”

Would you have gotten that? Or would you still be stuck? Be honest.

The old oak leaned forward. “The first storyteller’s words were never written in ink. They were spoken, carried on the wind, told over and over. And when stories are forgotten, they are not lost. They are waiting… waiting for someone to listen.”

Max blinked. “Okay, that’s cool and all, but how does that help us?”

Alderwise’s leaves shivered. “Listen.”

And so they did.

The wind rustled through the branches, carrying faint, fragmented whispers. At first, it was just a breeze. But then—words. Faint, distant, waiting.

Pixie opened mouth “The story! It’s in the wind!”

Leafy closed her eyes. “The past never really disappears. It just waits to be heard again.”

Ever had a moment where something just clicks? Like, suddenly everything makes sense? That’s exactly what happened.

Max grinned. “Then let’s listen.”

And as they did, the lost words found them. The story of the first storyteller filled their minds—the tale of how Tiny Tales Land began, how stories shaped the land, how the very first storyteller passed down the magic of words.

As the whispers swirled around them, the empty pages in Grandpa Frog’s book filled, the ink swirling back into place. The missing chapter—restored.

Pixie clapped her hands. “We did it!”

Leafy beamed. “The story was never gone. It just needed someone to remember it.”

Max smirked. “Guess we saved history.”

Grandpa Frog chuckled. “You didn’t just save it. You carried it forward. Stories aren’t just for remembering the past. They shape the future.”

That’s true, isn’t it? If we don’t tell our stories, who will?

As they walked back, Pixie stretched. “Sooo… next time, let’s not let a story go missing, okay?”

Alderwise rustled his leaves. “Ah, but then there would be no adventure.”

They all groaned. But secretly? They were already excited for the next one.

And you know what? Maybe one day, someone will tell this story too.