A different bedtime story
every single night ✨

Once upon a time, little Lily was getting ready for bed when she noticed something glowing softly at the bottom of the garden. Curious as ever, she crept outside in her pyjamas and there, perched on a moonflower no bigger than her thumb, sat the most beautiful tiny fairy she had ever seen. The fairy needed to cross the Whispering Wood before sunrise, a journey far too big for such tiny wings, and she was terribly, terribly afraid. Lily took a deep breath, reached out her hand, and said the bravest thing she had ever said...

Deep in the Enchanted Forest, where the oak trees whispered secrets to the stars, lived a dragon named Ember who had been trying for one hundred years to breathe fire. Every attempt ended in a tiny puff of smoke and a very embarrassed dragon. Noah found him sitting sadly on a mossy rock, ready to give up forever. But Noah knew something about not giving up. His grandpa had taught him that the most important tries are always the ones after you think you have failed...

The ocean was the colour of warm honey at sunset when little Amara first dipped her toes in and heard it. A small, lonely sound rising up through the waves. The mermaid had lived at the bottom of the sea for three hundred years and in all that time, not one soul had ever stopped to say hello. Amara looked down at her little cat, Buttons, who blinked up at her with enormous golden eyes as if to say, well then, I think we had better change that...