The Crow Who Told Bedtime Riddles – A Kids’ Tale About Kip and His Midnight Mind Games
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High above the sleepy town, on the steeple of a little clock tower, lived a clever black crow named Kip. His feathers shimmered in the moonlight, and his eyes twinkled like stars. But Kip wasn’t just any crow, he told bedtime riddles.
Every evening, as the sky turned pink and windows glowed with lamplight, Kip would fly from rooftop to rooftop, whispering gentle riddles to children just before they fell asleep.
He never shouted or cawed. He simply perched near open windows, speaking in a voice soft as a breeze. “Are your eyes getting heavy?” he’d ask. “Then try this one…”
Riddles for Restful Minds
Kip’s riddles weren’t tricky or loud. They were soft, dreamy puzzles meant to stir the imagination, just enough to slow busy thoughts and make little hearts smile.
“I rise without a sound, and shine without a flame. I disappear at dawn. What’s my name?”
A little girl whispered, “The moon…” and smiled as her eyelids drooped.
“I have no feet, but I can dance. I make no sound, but I can sing. What am I?”
A boy yawned, “The wind…” then tucked himself deeper under the covers. With every answer, Kip’s wings fluttered gently, pleased. It wasn’t about solving them all, it was about letting the thoughts drift, like clouds, toward dreamland.
The Night the Riddles Ran Out
One evening, Kip sat atop the baker’s chimney and paused. He had visited every window, told every riddle he knew, and now the stars twinkled with contentment. But something was missing.
Then he heard a whisper, soft and sleepy, from the smallest house on the hill.
“Do you have… one more?” asked a child who hadn’t quite fallen asleep. Kip blinked. He didn’t have one more. But he looked at the stars and smiled.
“Here’s a special one,” he said, making it up right then and there:
“What travels far but never moves, glows but never burns, and watches over your dreams?” The child thought and thought… and slowly whispered, “The stars.”
And then, at last, her breathing slowed into sleep.
A Feathered Friend at Midnight
After all the windows were quiet, Kip flew back to the steeple and tucked his head beneath his wing. He dreamed of answers floating on clouds and children smiling in their sleep.
And every night after that, Kip returned with a new riddle or two, always just enough to guide the thoughts gently from the waking world into the realm of dreams.
So if you ever hear a soft rustle at your window and a whisper in the night, don’t be afraid. It might just be Kip, the crow with the clever questions, here to help you rest. Goodnight, little thinker. May your dreams be full of wonder and soft little riddles.
The End !
Nadeera Nilupamali
Nadeera Nilupamali
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