C.BB's bedtime story.

Hello, I'm Olivia. I was just telling Teddy here about the Gruffalo.

Have you heard of the Gruffalo? Black tongue, wart on nose, purple prickles all over his back?

Well, the Gruffalo has got nothing on the big bad mouse.

The big bad mouse is even more fierce. His terrible whiskers up. Well, actually, I'll let the

Gruffalo tell you about the big bad mouse in tonight's bedtime story. It's called The Gruffalo's Child, and it was written by Julia Donaldson.

The Gruffalo said that no Gruffalo should ever set foot in the deep dark wood.

Why not? Why not?

Because if you do, the Big bad mouse will be after you.

I met him once, said the Gruffalo. I met him a long, long time ago.

What does he look like? Tell us, Dad.

Is he terribly big and terribly bad?

I can't quite remember, the Groffalo said.

Then he thought for a minute and scratched his head.

The big bad mouse is terribly strong, and his scaly tail is terribly long.

His eyes are like pools of terrible fire, and his terrible whiskers are tougher than wire.

One snowy night, when the Groffalo snored, the Grofalo's child was feeling bored.

The Gruffalo's child was feeling brave, so she tiptoed out of the Gruffalo cave.

The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild. Into the wood went the

Gruffalo's child. Aha, a ho! A trail in the snow! Whose is this trail? And where does it go?

A tail poked out of a logpile house.

Could this be the tail of the big bad mouse?

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