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From the edge of Dartmoor
Bedtime Stories
Pull the duvet up. Turn the pages yourself, or let Pauline, our co-founder, read you a story.
Choose a story ↓
Tonight’s story
The Power of Kindness
Bob wants the sheep to follow him. The sheep, quite reasonably, would like to know why they should.
Inspired by Dick and Pauline’s own sheepdog.
Pauline’s storybooks
Which shall we read next? Pick up a book to read it or hear Pauline tell the story.
From the original books
A look inside Read this passage in larger type Once upon a time, in the beautiful countryside of Devon, there stood a magical workshop known far and wide as the Dream Weavers. Here, a group of skilled and kind-hearted seamstresses created the cosiest and most mystical wool duvets that anyone could ever dream of.
Read this passage in larger type Each duvet was crafted with love and care, using the softest wool from the sheep that roamed the meadows nearby.
These duvets had a special touch that seemed to bring sweet dreams to all who snuggled beneath them.
Read this passage in larger type Now, the seamstresses took great pride in their work, and as word of the mystical duvets spread, they found themselves overwhelmed with orders.
But there simply wasn’t enough time in a day to complete them all.
Read this passage in larger type In a land where rolling hills meet the endless expanse of sky, there lived a flock of rare and beautiful sheep.
Their coats were a canvas of pure elegance like freshly fallen snow glistening under the sun, a living masterpiece spun by the hand of nature.
These sheep were a treasure, a testament to a time when diversity flourished across the land.
Read this passage in larger type But as the years passed, these sheep found themselves on the edge of extinction.
Their numbers dwindled, and the world seemed to forget their existence.
The world had changed, and their wool, though unique and enchanting, was considered too rare to be of practical use.
Read this passage in larger type No one seemed to want the wool of these magnificent sheep, and the once-proud flock watched as their heritage faded like a forgotten dream...