Jonathan Bailey reads Room on the Broom 🧹✨ | CBeebies Bedtime Stories for Toddlers

There are loads more bedtime stories on BBC iPlayer. Just search CBeebies Bedtime Stories. Hello, I'm Jonathan. Do you love magic? Yeah, me too. I'd love to be able to cast spells like witches and wizards. And if I was magical, do you know what I'd do right now? I'd conjure up a cute, cuddly little friend to sit here with me while I read you a bedtime story. Oh! Maybe I am magic after all. Now, we're ready for a magical bedtime. So, snuggle up and get ready for an exciting adventure. It's called Room on the Broom, and it was written by Julia Donaldson with illustrations by Axel Scheffler. The witch had a cat and a very tall hat and long ginger hair which she wore in a plait. How the cat purred and how the witch grinned as they sat on their broomstick and flew through the wind. But how the witch wailed and how the cat spat when the wind blew so wildly it blew off the hat. Down, cried the witch, and they flew to the ground. They searched for the hat, but no hat could be found. Then, out of the bushes on thundering paws, there bounded a dog with the hat in his jaws. He dropped it politely, then eagerly said, as the witch pulled the hat firmly down on her head, I am a dog, as keen as can be. Is there room on the broom for a dog like me? Yes, cried the witch, and the dog clambered on. The witch tapped the broomstick and whoosh, they were gone. Over the fields and the forests they flew. The dog wagged his tail and the stormy wind blew. The witch laughed aloud and held on to her hat, but away blew the bow from her long ginger plait. Down, cried the witch, and they flew to the ground. They searched for the bow, but no bow could be found. Then, out from a tree, with an ear-splitting shriek, there flapped a green bird with the bow in her beak. She dropped it politely and bent her head low, then said, as the witch tied her plait in a bow, I am a bird, as green as can be. Is there room on the broom for a bird like me? Yes, cried the witch, so the bird fluttered on. The witch tapped the broomstick and whoosh, they were gone. Over the reeds and the rivers they flew. The bird shrieked with glee and the stormy wind blew. They shot through the sky to the back of beyond. The witch clutched her bow, but let go of her wand. Down, cried the witch, and they flew to the ground. They searched for the wand, but no wand could be found. Then, all of a sudden, from out of a pond, leapt a dripping wet frog with a dripping wet wand. He dropped it politely, then said with a croak, as the witch tried the wand on a fold of her cloak. I am a frog, as clean as can be. Is there room on the broom for a frog like me? Yes, said the witch, so the frog bounded on. The witch tapped the broomstick and whoosh, they were gone. Over the moors and the mountains they flew. The frog jumped for joy, and the broom snapped in two. Down fell the cat and the dog and the frog. Down they went tumbling into a bog. The witch's half-broomstick flew into a cloud, and the witch heard a roar that was scary and loud. I am a dragon, as mean as can be, and I'm planning to have witch and chips for my tea. No, cried the witch, flying higher and higher. The dragon flew after her, breathing out fire. Help, cried the witch, flying down to the ground. She looked all around, but no help could be found. The dragon drew nearer, and licking his lips, said, Maybe this once I'll have witch without chips. But just as he planned to begin on his feast, from out of a ditch rose a horrible beast. It was tall, dark and sticky, and feathered and furred. It had four frightful heads. It had wings, like a bird. And its terrible voice, when it started to speak, was a yowl and a growl and a croak and a shriek. It dripped and squelched as it strode from the ditch, and it said to the dragon, Buzz off, that's my witch. The dragon drew back and started to shake. I'm sorry, he spluttered. I made a mistake. It's nice to have met you, but now I must fly. And he spread out his wings and was off through the sky. Then down flew the bird, and down jumped the frog. Down climbed the cat. And for you, said the dog. And thank you, oh thank you, the grateful witch cried. Without you I'd be in that dragon's inside. Then she filled up her cauldron and said with a grin, Find something, everyone. Throw something in. So the frog found a lily, the cat found a cone, the bird found a twin, and the dog found a bone. They threw them all in, and the witch stirred them well. And while she was stirring, she muttered a spell. Iggity, ziggity, zaggity, zoom. Then out rose a truly magnificent broom. With seats for the witch and the cat and the dog. A nest for the bird and a shower for the frog. Yes, cried the witch. And they all clambered on. The witch tapped the broomstick and whoosh, they were gone. What a magical story. The witch was so kind to let the dog, the bird and the frog join her and the cat on the broom. I wonder if there's room on the broom for a Jonathan like me. Real magic is when you bring all your friends together on your journey. And the best thing is, you don't even need a magic wand. So, I think there's time for one last spell. Spot of lizard, whirl of sheep. It's time for you to go to sleep. What do you mean it didn't work? Oh, well maybe this spell doesn't work straight away. But I'm sure you will go to sleep eventually. Just think happy and kind thoughts, and imagine who you'd invite on your broom. Grown-ups, don't worry, I've got your back. And when you do get to sleep, maybe you'll dream of wonderful witches, marvellous magic or even a handsome prince. Good night. There are loads more bedtime stories on BBC Sounds. Just search CBeebies Bedtime Stories.