The Boy Who Ate The Moon
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Hello friends and welcome to Bedtime Stories with Mr. Jim. I was just getting ready for bed. Are you as well? Oh good. I hope you brushed your teeth and found all of your comfy things like pillows and blankets and stuffies. Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long as you have all those things ready,

Then it's time for our story. But first we must close our eyes so that we can travel to an imaginary world. Sylvester stared at the moon while his tummy grumbled. He looked at the craters and thought about how hungry he was. Were the craters, he wondered, like the holes in Swiss cheese?

Or were they dark chunks, like chocolate chips? He wondered what made the moon look like it was different color sometimes, white some nights, blue, orange or even red on special occasions, and decided that maybe it was frosting. A new shade on a new moon for special occasions.

It made sense, since the moon was beginning to look more delicious the longer he gazed at it. He was sure the aliens couldn't resist taking a bite each day. It must be huge, since it never disappeared all at once. But each night, a bit more of the moon seemed to be missing.

until a whole new one took its place. Sylvester wanted to taste it too, so it was that night that he decided, I am going to eat the moon. Sylvester wanted to make it to the moon tonight, so he got right to work. It was a new and full moon, and he wanted to be the first to eat it.

Plus, his tummy was rumbling and grumbling like a monster was trapped inside. He didn't want to waste any time. "First I must build a rocket ship." Sylvester collected all the cardboard boxes he could find, then tape, markers, and pillows. He constructed his rocket ship with the expertise of a rocket scientist.

Boxes were taped together and windows and controls were drawn and pillow seats were placed inside. "Rocket ship complete!" Sylvester smiled and skipped off to continue his preparations. Inside, he grabbed his astronaut costume from the playroom, boots from the mudroom, and a plate and fork from the kitchen.

He packed his supplies into the rocket ship, but something was missing before he could take off. Tuxedo, come here, Tuxy boy. Sylvester's black and white dog came trotting over, looking handsome with his white paws and chest, making him look like he was dressed in a suit for a fancy event. But he wasn't dressed for the moon yet.

So Sylvester popped the extra helmet over his doggy face. Now that his best friend was ready, Sylvester and Tuxedo boarded the rocket ship and readied themselves for takeoff. Sylvester turned on the jets and the rocket ship began to rumble. He sat on his pillow seat next to Tuxy and waited to blast off.

The rocket rumbled louder and shook even more until it zoomed through the clouds and off into space. He held on tight until the rocket slowed down and began to float toward the moon. Sylvester got up and looked out the window. The moon was glowing a bright blue color today. He could have sworn he saw little rainbow sprinkles covering its surface.

As the rocket ship floated closer, Sylvester noticed the small peaks of frosting coating it. He licked his lips hungrily, his tummy rumbling at the sight. The rocket ship landed and Sylvester and his dog leaped out of the rocket ship onto the moon. He stuck his fork in and sank it through the sticky frosting and got stuck. I'm gonna need a bigger fork.

He told Tuxedo. Dog wagged his tail and followed Sylvester back to the ship. I'm getting sleepy. How about you? The boy grabbed a shovel he had packed. He dug into the moon, through the sticky frosting and down to the cookie center. What? Using two hands, he lifted the shovel and took a bite.

The sweet blue frosting mixed with the sugar cookie center of the moon for a sweet flavor explosion. Sylvester was right. The moon was delicious. He kept digging and devouring the moon bite after bite until all that was left was the spot where the rocket ship was parked. Sylvester was no longer hungry. He was very full and very sleepy.

"Come on, Tuxy, let's head home." He yawned and bounced his way back to the rocket ship with his best dog friend. The rocket ship powered up and floated back through space. Sylvester buckled up on his pillow seat but fell asleep before the rocket blasted back down to Earth, landing in his backyard. He woke up to a big dog kiss and wiped the slobber off his face.

The night sky was dark as Sylvester climbed out of his rocket ship. He looked up at the sky and saw that only a small sliver of the moon was shining. He didn't need to wonder about where the rest of the moon had gone as he patted his full belly. Sylvester went inside and climbed into his bed, Tuxy jumping onto the bed beside him. Closing his eyes, he snuggled his pup.

Looking forward to taking another bite of the next full moon. Well, friends, as we all drift off to sleep, you have very sweet dreams. Good night.