Bertie's Christmas
Bertie's Christmas
Bertie's Christmas
Now, this morning it is a bit cold in this part of the world. Mr Frosty has been
to visit, and the vegetable patch is white and glistening. There is ice on the
pond.
Brrrr, said Colin the Carp. It is too cold in this stupid pond.
Nope, said Tim the Tadpole, who had not learned to say no properly yet.
Bertie, Tim the Tadpole, Sadie the Swan, the Lovely Princess Beatrice, and
even Colin the Grumpy Carp, all wish you a Wonderful Christmas and a very
Happy Holidays whereever you are in the world!
In this special Storynory you can hear how Bertie used to enjoy Christmas
when he was a handsome Prince. Now he is a frog, he is rather sad that he is
left out of the celebrations at the Palace, but the Lovley Princess Beatrice
comes to the rescue.
Now, this morning it’s a bit cold in this part of the world. Mr Frosty has been to
visit, and the vegetable patch is white and glistening. There’s ice on the pond.
“Brrrr,” sai Colin the Carp. It’s too cold in this stupid pond.”
“Nope,” said Tim the Tadpole, who hadn’t learn to say “no” properly yet.
“Not interested,” said Colin, who is a very grumpy fish who doesn’t like
anything much. Not even Christmas.
“You don’t know about Christmas, young Tim,” boomed Bertie. “My, my. I’ll
show you. Let’s go over to the palace.”
So Tim climbed onto Bertie’s back, and then Bertie hopped up the garden to
the palace. Tim was a bit frightened, because he had never left the pond
before.
They looked through the window. Tim was amazed, as he saw the Christmas
tree with the lights sparkling on it. And he saw all the children opening their
presents, and the huge feast on the table. “I’ve never seen anything so
magical, Bertie,’ he said. “How I wish we could have Christmas down on the
pond.”
And Bertie felt a little tear in his froggy eye as he thought of all the lovely
christmasses he had enjoyed when he was a prince, opening hundreds of
presents, and stuffing himself with chocolates and mince pies and cake until
he felt quite sick. And he rememberd how in the afternoon, when he had taken
his nap, he would go out onto the Balcony of the Palace and make a Special
Christmas Speech to all Crowds of people who came to see him. “May you all
be happy this coming year”, he would say, “And thank you for all the toys and
lovely presents you sent me for Christmas.’
And then Princess Beatrice, who is as kind as she is beautiful, would go to the
hospital, and give some of Berties’ toys to the poorly little children who were
spending Christmas there. Prince Bertie had so many toys, that he didn’t really
mind letting her give some away, although he probably would have minded if
somebody not quite so lovely as Princes Beatrice had done it. .
And so Bertie sat on the window ledge remembering all the happy
Christmasses he had spent in the past. But then he remembered how he had
been turned into a frog, and how the Lovely Princes Betrice could no longer
marry him. He would never spend another Christmas with Princess Beatrice
now. “Sniff Sniff, Croak Croak” he said, because this was the Saddest
Christmas Day he had ever spent.
Just then, as Bertie was crying some more froggy tears, the door of the palace
opened. The noise startled Bertie, and he fell from the window ledge onto the
ground. “Argghhh,” he croaked. “Eeeekkkkk,” yelped Tim.
“Oh, look, there’s frog,” said Princess Beatrice, as she stepped onto the
pathway.
And she picked him up in her hand and carried him back to the pond. She
didn’t even notice little Tim who was clinging by his tail with all his might,
hanging on to Bertie’s big toe.
Bertie felt very happy to be so close to the Princess Beatrice again, because
he loved her so very much. But he also felt a bit sad, because she didn’t
realise he was Prince Bertie at all and just thought he was a frog.
And how he longed to be a Prince again. “Croak! Croak!” he said. But Princes
Beatrice just laughed because she could not understand any of his croaks.
Then she put him down by the side of the pond, and she took a mince pie out
of her handbag, where she always kept nice things in case she saw a little
child or a furry animal to whom she could give a present. “I’m sure all the
creatures who live in teh pond would like that,” she said, in the loveliest,
gentlest voice that Tim the Tadpole had ever heard.
Colin the Grumpy Carp wanted to look out of the water at her, but he banged
his head on the ice. “Mince pies!” he grumped. “I don’t like them. Why can’t she
gives us some a dead insects?”
“Oh, do be quiet Colin,” said Sadie the beautiful black Swan. “I think
Christmas is lovely. I think we should celebrate it every year on the pond from
now on.”
And if enough children keep listening to Berties Stories, perhaps by next year
he will have turned back into a prince and he can marry the lovely Princess
Beatrice. Then the Royal Couple will come down to the pond and bring lots and
lots of mince pies and Christmas Pudding and fat juicy flies for the Pond Life
to enjoy a super-duper lunch.
So tell all your friends to go to Storynory.com, to visit Bertie, and hear all his
stories, so maybe next year Bertie will be able to open all his presents again in
the palace with Princess Beatrice