Once upon a time there was a boy named Xander, and Zander was lying in bed one night waiting to drift off to sleep.

And for some reason, he was having a really hard time falling asleep that night.

He just laid there and waited and waited and he couldn't fall asleep.

And after sitting there for what felt like hours, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever fall asleep.

But then, all of a sudden, he felt his bed start to move.

Back and forth and back and forth.

If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was floating around on the open sea or something.

It felt like he was laying on a big, soft boat.

So he sat up and he rubbed his eyes, looked over the edge of his bed,

and expected to see his brother on the bunk below him.

But instead, he saw water.

It wasn't his imagination after all.

Somehow, his bed was just floating around in the middle of the ocean.

He quickly looked around trying to figure out where he was,

but he couldn't see land anywhere.

He was all alone in the middle of nowhere, with only the waves to keep him company.

So Xander started to get scared.

He didn't know where he was or how he got there, how he was going to get home.

And then, all of a sudden, a huge whale swam up right

beside him. And he said, hello, little boy, you seem to be lost. Where are you from and where are you

going? Perhaps I can help you. And Zander said, well, I don't know where I am. I'm from somewhere far away from here,

but I don't know how I got here, how to get home. Can you help me, Whale? And the whale said,

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