Tula and the Traveling Yawn
A little library cart carries one wandering yawn through the quietest corners of the library.
Ages 3-4 - 2 minute read - gentle - EN
Reviewed for child-safety · gentle by design · How our stories are made
Published 2026-07-12T08:31:15.766544
Read-aloud note
Read slowly, soften your voice near the end, and leave a small pause before the final goodnight line.
Story
After the library's busy hours, Tula rolled the last picture books home to their shelves. Then—ooOOoo—a pale blue curl drifted down and caught on the corner of a red book. It was a yawn, soft and wobbly and all alone. "Someone must be missing you," said Tula.
Tula carried the yawn between the tall shelves. Tick-tock, murmured the owl-shaped clock. The blue curl floated up hopefully... then flopped across Tula's handle. A clock could sound sleepy, but it did not need a yawn. On rolled Tula.
Near the story nook came a tiny rustle: shiff, shiff. An open book showed a silver moon. Beside it waited one empty plum cushion. The yawn sprang into a happy loop. Tula knew. This was the book, and someone would come back for it.
Soft footsteps returned with the librarian. A child in moon pajamas climbed onto the waiting cushion and opened the book. The blue curl sailed from Tula, circled the silver moon, and slipped into one enormous, cozy yawn. "There you are," the child sighed. Tula parked nearby while the first page turned—and soon the whole little library seemed ready for dreams.
Scenes
A Yawn Left Behind
After the library's busy hours, Tula rolled the last picture books home to their shelves. Then—ooOOoo—a pale blue curl drifted down and caught on the corner of a red book. It was a yawn, soft and wobbly and all alone. "Someone must be missing you," said Tula.
Not for the Clock
Tula carried the yawn between the tall shelves. Tick-tock, murmured the owl-shaped clock. The blue curl floated up hopefully... then flopped across Tula's handle. A clock could sound sleepy, but it did not need a yawn. On rolled Tula.
The Waiting Book
Near the story nook came a tiny rustle: shiff, shiff. An open book showed a silver moon. Beside it waited one empty plum cushion. The yawn sprang into a happy loop. Tula knew. This was the book, and someone would come back for it.
Home at Bedtime
Soft footsteps returned with the librarian. A child in moon pajamas climbed onto the waiting cushion and opened the book. The blue curl sailed from Tula, circled the silver moon, and slipped into one enormous, cozy yawn. "There you are," the child sighed. Tula parked nearby while the first page turned—and soon the whole little library seemed ready for dreams.
Read-aloud note
Read slowly, soften your voice near the end, and leave a small pause before the final goodnight line.