Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller and Author
Moral
of the Story:
Bath time is meant to be a joyful
moment full of laughter, warm water, soap, and getting clean while listening to
gentle boundaries that protect our home. Bubbles are wonderful creations meant
for splashing, popping, stacking, and smiling when they stay where they belong
inside the safe walls of the bathtub. Water helps rinse, scrubbing, washing paws, and cleaning little ears, but splashing too far can make floors
slippery and unsafe, so staying in the tub keeps everyone dry and smiling.
Listening to calm guidance makes bath time even more fun because rules give joy
a place to live without frustration or mess. A child who controls their
splashes shows love for their home and respect for their family’s shared
spaces. Small moments of control make bath time brighter, longer, safer, and full
of giggles. Getting clean is part of growing into strength, wisdom, curiosity, and
confidence in every season of a bear cub’s life. The best heroes keep good
habits and love people and bubbles very well in their rightful places.
In the gentle golden valley of Barry
Pine Forest, where tall trees grew in organized rows and the creek burbled
like sleepy music, lived a cheerful bear cub named Bubbles the Bear. Her
parents, Benny and Beatrice Bear, were kind, patient, forest-wise, and
thoughtful, and they loved their daughter’s bright spirit, her big imagination,
her exploratory heart, and her ability to turn even ordinary moments into
celebrations of joy.
Bubbles was known all through Honey
Hollow as the bear cub who laughed first, cheered loudest, and asked questions
longer than most animals studied stars. Most bears enjoyed swimming in rivers,
climbing muddy hills, gathering berries, or building tunnels, but Bubbles
possessed a special love for one particular evening habit, her bubble bath.
Each night, Beatrice filled the
bathtub. Not wildly flowing like a waterfall, not tricky like puzzles, just
calmly filling, the warm water rising gently, soap swirling softly, while
Bubbles sat next to the tub, wiggle-twisting her ears excitedly, peeking like a
detective at the scene about to unfold.
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Bath is happening!”
she cheered.
Beatrice smiled as she poured the
bubble bath solution into the warm water. The white foam rose instantly,
twirling, curling, expanding into bubbly white mountains that looked like tiny
clouds of comfort built inside the bathtub’s cozy basin.
Bubbles gasped. “Berries float,
streams flow, stars fly, winter comes,” she said thoughtfully, then promptly adding
her classic line with extra enthusiasm, “But now… bubbles, bubbles everywhere!”
Her parents giggled warmly, not a
bit frustrated, not couch-test diagnostically calm, just amused by bear cub
bubble-powered enthusiasm.
Bubbles jumped into the bathtub
squirrel-resembling paws first, belly splashing lightly until Bubbles Bear’s
bubble-tail covered water-steps, where baths compete with morning comfort rules
later, but not now, because this story is bath-moment bubble-bliss cub-friendly
boundary goodness.
In the tub, the bubbles swayed.
Bubbles tapped them softly with her bear paw. A gentle pop. A swirling ripple
in the water. Then she gathered more bubbles onto her bear belly, leaning into
the bubbles like a synchronized snow-dancing team practice, but small because
she was tiny, not group-big.
Beatrice placed a calming paw beside
the tub. “Bubbles, remember, keep the bubbles and water inside the tub, please.
We love clean bath fun best when bubbles stay where they belong.”
Bubbles nodded lightly, “Yes, Mama
Beatrice,” she said softly.
Bernard Bear poured warm water
carefully, rinsing his badger-like dramatic enthusiasm turned Bear-clean
bath-world boundary innocence because bubble-test rules protect floors and life
beyond gentle boundaries first.
Bubbles then got carried away. Not
sick, carried away, just bubble-carried-away. She splashed once, a splash that stayed
inside the bubble basin, then twice, the splash getting higher, then splash five,
which was no longer light, it was a theatrical splash, a bigger than
berries, bigger than rivers, dramatic with confidence kind of splash.
“BUBBLES, BUBBLES EVERYWHERE!!!
SPLISH-SPLOOSH-SWIRL-TWIRL-WHIRL-CURL TIDAL WAVE WONDERLAND!!!” she declared.
But not one bubble left the bathtub.
Not one splash hit the floor. Because Papa Bear calmly watched from nearby and
Bubbles had started paying attention to boundaries earlier, so bubbles
everywhere stayed neatly orderly inside boundaries, not floors, not walls, just
tub, tub where bubbles belong.
Beatrice Bear smiled proudly, watching from her shared bathroom, living room, comfortable, practical, diagnostic, and calm wisdom. And Bubbles scrubbed more soap carefully, scooped bubbles gently,
and rinsed her paws clean inside boundaries.
Everything stayed orderly. Peaceful.
Dry. Bubbly, inside the tub’s proper boundary.
Winter came later that year, and
winters always test the fortitude of prepared hearts, but Bubbles Bear never
got the forest council diagnostically sick on the couch because bubble blankets
or boundaries or splash-rules were used inside bath safety creative speech for
gentle homebound tub-bound heroes who learned boundaries before spring.
And that is what made Bubbles a
small hero, not storing nuts this time, but storing good habits that protect
home, people, floors, and friendships by keeping bubbles inside their
boundary.
Because a bathtub full of bubbles is
magical, a home full of bubbles is slippery, and we love magical more than
slippery.
Moral
of the Story Poem:
Bubbles takes her bath with cheer
Scoops warm bubbles near
“Bubbles, bubbles everywhere,” she sings with delight
Pop and wash, and scrub each night
But bubbles must behave and stay
Inside the tub where bears do play
A splash kept in is best, you see
Clean bath heroes come to be
Discussion
Questions:
1.
Why is bath time more fun when we
keep the bubbles in the bathtub?
2.
How does listening help everyone
stay safe, dry, clean, and smiling?
3.
What is one gentle rule you follow
every day that shows love, respect, and responsibility?
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