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🎵 Welcome to our story time,
Where dreams and stars align.
🎵 We whisper tales so sweet,
As moonlight hums a beat.
🎵 So close your eyes and drift along,
The night is soft, the world’s a song.
With Mom and Alex side by side—
Let’s float into the night. 🌙✨
Hello, everyone, my name is Alex. Today I’m going to tell you a very unusual story about a little mermaid…who is not so little after all.
🎧 The Not So Little…Little Mermaid
Hello everyone, my name is Alex, and today I’m going to tell you a very unusual story about a little mermaid… who is not so little after all.
Once upon a time, under the deepest, bluest part of the ocean, lived a mermaid. Everyone called her the Little Mermaid, but in truth, she was very strong—like “carry-three-whales-at-once” strong. Muscles in all the right places, arms that could lift a sea chest, and a tail that could swish like a tidal wave.
She gazed up at the human world with curiosity. “I wonder what humans are like… fragile, delicate… probably easy to rescue,” she thought with a grin.
Meanwhile, on a tiny sailboat, a prince was floating. He fancied himself a strong and heroic type, but in reality… he was a bit dainty. “I must look imposing,” he muttered, puffing up his chest, “so that everyone knows I am a hero of the seas!”
The mermaid spotted him. “Ah,” she thought, “this one will be fun. So… delicate. Easy to sweep up in one arm.”
Suddenly, a storm tossed the boat. The prince flailed, splashing everywhere. “Help! Somebody! Anybody!” he cried.
The mermaid dived, scooped him up in one strong arm, and carried him safely to the shore.
When the prince opened his eyes, he didn’t faint. Instead, he gasped, staring at her.
“By the sea and all its seagulls… she’s magnificent,” he whispered.
From the shore, the little mermaid smiled shyly—well, as shy as a strong mermaid could. Her tail fin shimmered, and the waves seemed to bow in respect.
The prince stood, heart pounding. “Look at those arms! She could lift a ship! Oh, the grace! The power!”
His butler coughed. “Your Majesty, that’s… not the usual type of princess.”
“Nonsense!” said the prince, eyes sparkling. “Beauty comes in many forms—and hers could probably throw mine across the castle.”
From that day on, the prince could not stop talking about her.
“She rescued me with one hand!” he told his knights.
“She shimmered under the sun like a heroic dolphin!” he told the royal cook.
“She might have accidentally cracked a seashell with her smile,” he added dreamily, “but I found it… enchanting.”
Meanwhile, the mermaid often looked at herself in the tide pool. Sometimes she saw a delicate, dainty princess, with hair flowing and eyes sparkling. Other times, she saw… herself: strong, muscular, capable of wrestling a sea lion if she felt like it.
And when she looked at the prince, she noticed how he puffed up his chest and tried to look heroic. In her eyes, he was… tiny, fragile, yet somehow charming in his earnestness.
They spent the summer by the shore. She taught him to swim, he showed her how to balance on the sand without flopping over. They laughed every day. He adored her strength. She adored his attempts at courage.
Eventually, the prince said, “I know I am not a mighty warrior, but I… I really, really like you. Strong, fearless, perfect you.”
The little mermaid tilted her head. “And I like you too, tiny but determined prince. You make me laugh.”
So the two of them—one strong, one earnest—fell in love, and the kingdom whispered tales of a mermaid who could bench-press a boat and a prince who admired every muscle.
And from that day, whenever a storm came, or a boat tipped over, the prince never worried. He knew the strong little mermaid had everything under control.
Moral of the story?
True love doesn’t care about size or strength.
Sometimes, it’s about laughing together and appreciating each other’s… very different powers.
🎧 The Princess and the Pea… Lawsuit
👑 What happens when a fairy-tale princess meets modern customer service?
This princess doesn’t just feel the pea—she files a complaint, demands reports, and ends up in court! 😂
💬 A funny, heartwarming retelling by Niki and Alex, perfect for families to enjoy together.
A bedtime story about curiosity, persistence, and… checking your mattress twice. 🌙
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🎧 公主與豌豆的官司
👑 當童話公主遇上現代客服會發生什麼事？
這位公主不只是「感覺到豌豆」，她還投訴、要求報告，最後甚至鬧上法庭！😂
💬 由 Niki 和 Alex 改編、親子演繹的趣味版本，讓孩子笑出聲、爸媽聽出共鳴。
🌙 一則睡前輕鬆聽的故事——關於堅持、好奇心，還有應付難搞客戶的日常😅。
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🎵 Welcome to our story time,
Where dreams and stars align.
🎵 We whisper tales so sweet,
As moonlight hums a beat.
🎵 So close your eyes and drift along,
The night is soft, the world’s a song.
With Mom and Alex side by side—
Let’s float into the night. 🌙✨
Hello, everyone, my name is Alex. I’m eleven years old and I love telling bedtime stories. In this podcast, I’ll read fun bedtime stories in English. Hope you enjoy listening!
🎧 The Princess and the Pea… Lawsuit
(Kid-friendly, fun dialogue version)
Once upon a time, there was a princess who was… very picky.
She could tell if a curtain was one inch too short or if her tea was one degree too hot.
Her friends said she had “royal superpowers.”
Her mom said she just needed a hobby.
One rainy day, the royal family invited her to stay in a fancy hotel.
“Twenty mattresses!” said the manager proudly.
“All stacked for your royal comfort!”
The princess smiled politely. “Hmm. I shall be the judge of that.”
She climbed to the top, wiggled around, and said,
“Mattress number one: too hard.
Mattress number two: too soft.
Mattress number twenty: oof… what’s this tiny bump? A pea?!”
The manager laughed nervously. “Just… local produce, Your Highness?”
The princess gasped. “Unacceptable! I demand documentation!”
The next morning, she sent a letter to the front desk:
“Dear Sir, please provide full details about mattress padding, thread count, and pillow firmness. Sincerely, The Slightly Bruised Princess.”
The prince, who worked part-time at the hotel, read the letter and sighed.
“Ah… another customer complaint.”
He hurried upstairs and bowed deeply.
“I’m so sorry, Your Highness. We’ll fix the problem immediately.”
But the princess wasn’t done.
She sent three more letters that week:
“Please send photos of the mattress label.”
“Also, was the pea organic?”
“And could I speak with your quality control manager?”
The hotel staff panicked.
The butler whispered, “Should we just remove all the peas from the kitchen?”
“Too late!” cried the chef. “She’s already complaining the carrots are too orange and the broccoli is too green!”
Soon the case went to court.
Lawyers argued about the “emotional damage” caused by vegetables under mattresses.
Experts talked about foam thickness, pea density, and the psychology of picky sleeping.
The princess nodded wisely.
“Yes, yes, continue. But please note, I can still feel the lump.”
The judge sighed. “We may need to test it ourselves.”
Meanwhile, the prince leaned over and whispered,
“I’m terribly sorry, Your Highness. It seems we can’t get married until this is solved.”
The princess smiled sweetly.
“That’s all right. True love can wait. But a good mattress cannot.”
And so, the royal wedding was postponed… again.
The princess became famous for her honesty.
And the hotel? They added a new rule:
“No peas near the beds.”
Because you never know when a princess might check in. 👑
🎧 The Three Little Architects
三隻剛從「豬佛建築學院」畢業的小豬，遇上拿著夾板、來稽查的野狼！這不是童話，而是一場爆笑的「建築檢驗災難現場」😂。
Three piggy architects from Hogvard School of Architecture face a clipboard-carrying wolf from the “Department of Huffing.” A hilarious twist on a classic tale—architecture meets chaos! 🏗️🐷
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🎧 The Three Little Architects: The Wolf Who Failed the Inspection
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs—Piggio, Porchy, and Brickson—fresh graduates from Hogvard School of Architecture.
Piggio specialized in “Eco Minimal Straw Design.”
Porchy majored in “Rustic Wood Aesthetics.”
And Brickson? He just liked things that didn’t fall down.
When their mom said, “Go build your own houses,” they treated it like a final project.
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Piggio built his straw house in one afternoon.
“It’s sustainable,” he said proudly, “and has excellent airflow.”
Translation: it had holes. Lots of them.
Porchy’s wooden house took a week.
“It’s natural, organic, and emotionally connected to nature.”
Translation: termites moved in before he did.
Brickson built his brick house for two months.
He wore a hard hat, drew blueprints, and made the other two sign safety waivers before visiting.
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Then came the Big Bad Wolf.
But he didn’t bring claws—he brought… a clipboard.
“Good afternoon! I’m from the Department of Housing and Huffing,” he said.
“Routine safety inspection. May I come in?”
Piggio smiled nervously. “Sure, but please take off your shoes—this is a barefoot eco-home.”
The wolf sneezed. “Ugh, all this straw! I’m allergic to bad architecture!”
He huffed, he puffed—
and the whole “eco-home” instantly qualified as open-air concept.
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The wolf marched to Porchy’s wooden cabin.
“Let’s see—fire safety certificate?”
“Um, I burned it by accident.”
“Of course you did.”
The wolf huffed and puffed again,
and the cabin turned into a DIY furniture kit.
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Finally, he arrived at Brickson’s house.
“Inspection time,” the wolf said, tapping his pen.
Brickson nodded. “Please fill out Form 47-B: Request to Huff.”
The wolf blinked. “You want me to what?”
“No unregistered blowing allowed,” Brickson explained. “It’s against the building code.”
The wolf groaned, huffed anyway—
and got a noise complaint from the local council.
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By sunset, the wolf had lost his clipboard, his breath, and his will to live.
He collapsed on Brickson’s front steps.
Brickson opened the door and handed him a mug of tea.
“Relax. We architects don’t fight wolves—we out-design them.”
The wolf sighed. “Next time, I’m just applying for plumbing school.”
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🏗️ Moral of the story:
Good design doesn’t fear the huffing and puffing—
but it should always include proper paperwork.
傑克換來神奇豆子，然後爬上豆莖遇到一個「太有禮貌」的巨人？🤣 巨人總是先問能不能吃他，聽起來好像很客氣，但真的安全嗎？快來聽聽這個又好笑又緊張的冒險！
Jack trades his cow for magical beans and climbs into the sky—only to meet the politest giant ever! 😆 The giant keeps asking, “May I eat you?” Jack isn’t sure if that’s friendly or scary. Join this funny, exciting adventure full of treasures, golden eggs, and
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Jack and the Beanstalk: The Overly Polite Giant
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who loved adventure and limited edition stuff. He lived with his mother in a small, cozy cottage⋯Jack’s passion for limited stuff was so strong that if someone whispered, “Limited offer!” he handed over his coins instantly. One day a man waved some beans and said, “Exclusive! Last ones left!” Jack traded his cow before even thinking.
His mother was furious, threw the beans out the window, and muttered, “Exclusive, my foot.” Overnight, a beanstalk shot into the clouds. Jack stared at it and sighed, “Well…limited edition. I’d better climb it before someone else does.”
At the top, he found a giant castle. Inside, a booming voice echoed:
“Fee-fi—oh dear, that sounds terribly aggressive. Let me start again. Good morning, young man! May I, if it’s not too much trouble, eat you?”
Jack stopped in his tracks. “Eat me? You’re asking?”
“Well, yes,” said the giant. “Consent is very important.”
“Then no, thank you.”
“Quite right. Respecting boundaries is essential. Perhaps…a biscuit instead?”
The giant set down a plate of biscuits and poured tea into a cup the size of a bathtub. Jack sat, but his eyes kept drifting to a mountain of golden coins on the table.
“Er…may I borrow just one?” he asked, reaching out.
“Borrow? How civilized!” said the giant, beaming. “Would you like a receipt?”
Jack quickly scooped up a coin and slid it into his pocket. “No receipt needed, thanks.”
This little routine continued for days.
“May I eat you today?” asked the giant.
“No.”
“Splendid answer! Biscuit?”
Jack munched a biscuit, all while tucking treasures into his bag.
But on the third day, the giant slammed his fist on the table, rattling the teacups.
“Enough! No more biscuits, no more receipts! I am a GIANT! Fee-fi-fo-fum!”
Jack actually looked relieved. “Oh, finally! A proper villain! I can finally hit you properly. Honestly, I’ve wanted to since your very first polite question.”
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the nearest chair, and charged.
“Terribly sorry about this!” cried the giant, stumbling backward. “Nothing personal!”
“Stop apologizing and fight like a giant!” shouted Jack, swinging the chair.
The chase thundered through the castle. Jack snatched up the magic harp, tucked the goose under his arm, and sprinted for the beanstalk.
“Excuse me!” the giant puffed behind him. “Please return the goose when you’re done!”
“Not a chance!” Jack yelled.
Down the beanstalk they went, Jack racing, the giant huffing and still shouting, “Apologies for the noise! Do give my regards to your mother!”
With one chop, the beanstalk crashed, and the giant vanished with a final, “So sorry for falling!”
Jack’s mother scolded him for losing the cow, but when she saw the goose laying golden eggs, she forgave him—mostly.
And Jack learned two things: never trust shiny beans, and beware of people who are too polite.
童話爆笑改編，Alex用幽默帶你進入奇妙夢境。
Funny fairy tale twists—Alex’s playful stories lead you to dreamland.
故事逐字稿：《Beauty and the Bee》
Once upon a buzz, in a cheerful village full of gardens, there lived a girl named Beauty. She was kind, curious, and always smelled like cookies, although no one knew why.
One morning, Beauty leaned down to smell a tulip when—BZZZ!—a bee zoomed out and landed right on her nose.
“Excuse me,” said the bee, straightening his tiny sunglasses. “I am not the Beast. I am the Bee. People always get that story wrong.”
Beauty gasped. “Wait… you can talk?”
“Of course I can talk,” said the bee proudly. “I also rap, do the cha-cha, and win karaoke contests. But right now, I need your help. Honeyland is in danger!”
“Danger?” Beauty tilted her head. “Is it a dragon?”
“Worse,” said the bee, lowering his voice. “The flowers are refusing to bloom. No flowers means no nectar. No nectar means no honey. And no honey means… no honey ice cream!”
Beauty gasped louder. “Not the ice cream!”
The bee nodded gravely. “Exactly. Come with me.”
Before she could answer, the bee sprinkled sparkly pollen dust on her, and whoosh! Beauty shrank down to bee-size. Together, they zipped through the air until they landed inside a giant sunflower.
“Welcome to Honeyland,” the bee announced.
Beauty’s eyes widened. There were golden honey rivers, gummy-bear bushes, and bees wearing tiny crowns. A frog in a suit was singing, “Kiss me, I’m a prince!” but nobody listened.
The King of Honeyland, a plump bumblebee with a mustache, buzzed toward her.
“Oh thank goodness, you’ve brought Beauty! She’s the chosen human.”
Beauty blinked. “The chosen what-now?”
The King explained: “Only a human with cookie-scented hair can convince the flowers to wake up.”
“Why me?” Beauty asked.
“Because flowers love cookies,” whispered the bee.
So Beauty marched up to the sleepy daisies. “Hey, flowers! Time to bloom!”
The daisies yawned. “Too tired.”
Beauty thought for a moment. Then she pulled out her lunchbox. “What if I trade you cookies?”
At once, the daisies perked up. “Chocolate chip?!”
“Yes,” Beauty grinned.
“Deal!” the daisies shouted, and with a POP! POP! POP! the whole meadow burst into bloom. Nectar flowed, honey glowed, and the bees cheered.
The King buzzed happily. “You’ve saved Honeyland! We declare a celebration!”
That night, Beauty joined a grand honey feast. There was honey cake, honey lemonade, and of course—honey ice cream. The frog tried to join in but accidentally fell into a pudding cup.
When the feast ended, the bee sprinkled pollen dust again, and Beauty grew back to her normal size.
As she waved goodbye, the bee shouted, “Remember, we bees are not scary! We’re just a little ticklish.”
And from that day on, whenever Beauty saw a bee, she didn’t run. She just giggled—because she remembered her adventure in Honeyland.
The End.