Episode 5 min
0:00 are you ready for a story my dear come close and get cozy did you know that some flowers like the moonflower wait all day long just to open up when the moon comes out it's a quiet kind of magic a bit like the wonder our little friend dewey the dewdrop found on his morning adventure well tonight's story0:28 is about a different kind of magic the magic of the garden at dusk in a big sleepy garden there was a little pink blossom named petal she was part of a beautiful rose bush tucked in between her many brothers and sisters all day long she had soaked up the warm sunshine and danced in the gentle breeze but0:55 now the sun was dipping below the fence painting the clouds in shades of orange and purple the air grew cool and smelled of damp earth and sweet grass petal felt a big yawn coming on it was time to sleep around her the garden was getting ready for bed too the busy bees had all gone home to their1:21 hive the cheerful robins had sung their last song of the day a little field mouse scurried past whispering a soft good night on his way to his burrow petal began to curl her soft pink edges inward ready to close-up for the night but then she heard something a tiny tinkling sound like a very small very far away1:50 bell ting ting tingling she paused her petals half curled she had never heard that sound before it wasn't the rustle of the leaves it wasn't the chirp of a cricket it was something new a part of her just wanted to finish curling up and go to sleep but another smaller part was curious what could be making2:20 such a delicate sound in the quiet of the evening the tinkling grew a little closer tingling ting it floated on the air soft and shimmering petal peeked out from her cozy curl and that's when she saw him it was a moon moth oh he was spectacular his wings were the color of the evening sky2:50 a deep velvety blue and they were dusted with something that sparkled like tiny tiny stars he floated from flower to flower his wings barely making a sound the tinkling came from a tiny silver bell he carried on one of his antennae the moon moth saw little petal peeking out he smiled a gentle fluttery smile and drifted over3:18 to her hello little blossom he whispered his voice was as soft as his wings you are up late i heard you bell petal said her own voice just a tiny whisper what are you doing i am a dream painter the moth said proudly every night i fly through the garden i dust the sleeping flowers with a little3:46 bit of moonlight it helps them have the sweetest dreams he hovered right in front of her may i he asked politely petal uncurled her petals completely she wasn't sleepy anymore she was filled with wonder she nodded her little flower head4:09 the moon moth whose name was sylvan dipped one of his beautiful wings he gently so gently brushed the very center of petal's face a sprinkle of shimmering silver dust fell onto her it didn't feel like dust at all it felt warm and safe and full of peace a deep cozy sleepiness washed over4:39 petal it was the best feeling in the world she curled her petals up tight tucked in and safe for the night the last thing she heard was sylvan's tiny bell tinkling softly as he floated away to the next flower and that night petal had the most wonderful dream she dreamt she was floating through the night sky dancing5:05 with a thousand sparkling stars good night my dear sleep well
