Hello everyone. This is Ria with a quick note. This is a full episode preview of a story featured on Little Stories for Sleep, a bedtime podcast just for Little Stories premium subscribers. The episode I'm sharing with you today is part of a series I'm

calling Wandering Sleep Stories. is part of a series I'm calling wandering sleep stories.

These new stories are peaceful, calming, and perfect

for that last track on a bedtime playlist.

On little stories for sleep,

wandering sleep stories have no intro or outro.

It's just the story framed by soft music.

So grab your weighted blanket, snuggle up,

and fall asleep to this sweet tale.

Enjoy. enjoy. In the depths of a dense forest under the cover of a fallen tree in a burrow below

the forest floor the Fisher Mouse twitches awake. His mind catches the tale of a disappearing

dream and he tries to reel it back in, to take stock of it, maybe write it down and the

leather notebook he keeps, but it slips away, lost, like a fish, broken free from a hook. He knows it is gone.

There is no use wishing it will return to him. He rises from his bed and

Shuffles across his burrow. It's small in there, barely able to fit his bed of feathers, his wash bucket, the armchair where he does his reading.

There are no windows, but he learned long ago the scent of

coming rain, the vibrations of a storm, the whistles of a harsh wind.

Now he puts his nose to the air and tunes his ears to listen.

Hmm.

The day will be clear.

He sits on the edge of the seat of his armchair and pulls on his boots.

They were a gift from his father, months ago, a modest but meaningful

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