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Bedtime stories that end.
A bedtime book in seven chapters for your child, read aloud by you.
You choose how it ends before the first word.
The Whale Who Kept the Light
Far below the shipping lanes, where the water forgets the sun, a whale carried a small lamp in the curve of her jaw. She had found it on a drowned ship and meant to return it, but the fish had started reading by it, and some things, once lit, are hard to put down.
So the whale kept the lamp a while longer. She swam slowly, the way you walk when someone is asleep in the next room, and the small silver fish came along behind her in a line, reading over one another’s shoulders. Above them the harbor went about its evening. The fog bell rang once, cleared its throat, and decided that was enough for tonight.
The boats came in by the lamp instead. One by one they found the pier the way a hand finds a familiar door in the dark, and the dog on the pier thumped his tail at each of them, which is how the harbor says well done. The whale stayed under the water where the light did the most good, and nobody up there knew she was the reason. That was all right with her.
When the last boat was tied and the last lamp on shore went on, the whale let herself sink a little, into the slow warm dark she liked best. The fish settled around her like a page being closed. The lamp glowed on in the curve of her jaw, small and steady, all night, for anyone who needed it.
The whale kept the light, and the light kept everyone. Goodnight.
Far below the shipping lanes, where the water forgets the sun, a whale carried a small lamp in the curve of her jaw. She had found it on a drowned ship and meant to return it, but the fish had started reading by it, and some things, once lit, are hard to put down.
