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Sweet Dreams, Little Bees
ฝันหวานนะผึ้งน้อย
Sweet Dreams, Little Bees
ฝันหวานนะผึ้งน้อย
Once upon a time, in a cozy yellow house, lived three little bees: Buzz, Dottie, and Chip. Every morning, Mama Bee told them, 'Be kind, listen well, and your day will be sweet as honey!'
Buzz was the oldest. He always helped Mama Bee with garden flowers. 'Thank you, Buzz,' Mama Bee would say. 'Your help makes the flowers smile.' Buzz felt proud.
Dottie was the middle bee, with a love for painting. She painted with colors as bright as the rainbow. 'Your art is beautiful, Dottie,' Mama Bee would admire.
Dottie เป็นผึ้งตัวกลางที่รักการวาดภาพ เธอวาดภาพด้วยสีสันที่สดใสราวกับสายรุ้ง 'งานศิลปะของคุณสวยมาก Dottie' Mama Bee คงจะชื่นชม
Chip, the youngest, enjoyed making up songs. 'Your tunes are as sweet as our honey,' Mama Bee would hum. Chip would giggle and sing louder.
ชิปน้องคนสุดท้องสนุกกับการแต่งเพลง 'เพลงของคุณไพเราะเหมือนน้ำผึ้งของเรา' Mama Bee จะฮัมเพลง ชิปจะหัวเราะคิกคักและร้องเพลงดังขึ้น
Each night, before tucking into bed, Mama Bee asked, 'Did you listen and do your best today?' 'Yes, Mama!' they chirped. She smiled and said, 'Then sweet dreams will come your way.'
As the moon shone brightly, Buzz dreamt of gardens filled with giggling flowers dancing in the wind. He helped them sway and neither bee nor flower felt alone.
Dottie’s dreams were splashes of vibrant paint that whirled around, creating wondrous scenes. She painted alongside animals that chatted and praised her lovely art.
Chip snoozed softly, dreaming of colorful notes floating around. The notes formed a song of friendship and joy, and all the creatures sang along with him.
The next morning, the bees woke up refreshed. They shared their wonderful dreams during breakfast. 'Those dreams sound lovely,' Mama Bee said, 'They came because you were good bees.'
The garden flourished, the art was admired by all, and the songs brought cheer to every corner of the meadow. The bees were happy and Mama Bee prouder than ever.
Every night, as they closed their tiny eyes, the bees felt a warm wave of happiness. In their dreams, they explored, created, and sang, knowing they were loved and cherished.
Why do you think listening and helping are important for the little bees?
How did the dreams make the little bees feel the next day?
What can you do before bed to have sweet dreams like the little bees?
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Once upon a time, in a cozy yellow house, lived three little bees: Buzz, Dottie, and Chip. Every morning, Mama Bee told them, 'Be kind, listen well, and your day will be sweet as honey!'
Buzz was the oldest. He always helped Mama Bee with garden flowers. 'Thank you, Buzz,' Mama Bee would say. 'Your help makes the flowers smile.' Buzz felt proud.
Dottie was the middle bee, with a love for painting. She painted with colors as bright as the rainbow. 'Your art is beautiful, Dottie,' Mama Bee would admire.
Dottie เป็นผึ้งตัวกลางที่รักการวาดภาพ เธอวาดภาพด้วยสีสันที่สดใสราวกับสายรุ้ง 'งานศิลปะของคุณสวยมาก Dottie' Mama Bee คงจะชื่นชม
Chip, the youngest, enjoyed making up songs. 'Your tunes are as sweet as our honey,' Mama Bee would hum. Chip would giggle and sing louder.
ชิปน้องคนสุดท้องสนุกกับการแต่งเพลง 'เพลงของคุณไพเราะเหมือนน้ำผึ้งของเรา' Mama Bee จะฮัมเพลง ชิปจะหัวเราะคิกคักและร้องเพลงดังขึ้น
Each night, before tucking into bed, Mama Bee asked, 'Did you listen and do your best today?' 'Yes, Mama!' they chirped. She smiled and said, 'Then sweet dreams will come your way.'
As the moon shone brightly, Buzz dreamt of gardens filled with giggling flowers dancing in the wind. He helped them sway and neither bee nor flower felt alone.
Dottie’s dreams were splashes of vibrant paint that whirled around, creating wondrous scenes. She painted alongside animals that chatted and praised her lovely art.
Chip snoozed softly, dreaming of colorful notes floating around. The notes formed a song of friendship and joy, and all the creatures sang along with him.
The next morning, the bees woke up refreshed. They shared their wonderful dreams during breakfast. 'Those dreams sound lovely,' Mama Bee said, 'They came because you were good bees.'
The garden flourished, the art was admired by all, and the songs brought cheer to every corner of the meadow. The bees were happy and Mama Bee prouder than ever.
Every night, as they closed their tiny eyes, the bees felt a warm wave of happiness. In their dreams, they explored, created, and sang, knowing they were loved and cherished.
