The Whale Who Was Cold
It starts with a little idea…
Finn (child)“Whale’s cold. He needs my jumper.”
Parent“Your jumper might be a bit small. Shall his friends make him a big one?”
Finn (child)“Big big one. Blue. And the bird helps.”
Whale needs something warm, but Finn’s scarf is much too small. His friends begin a very big jumper—until something makes the wool stop.
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A chilly whale
Out in the bay where the cold wind blew, a little blue whale sneezed, “Achoo!” “My tail is cold. My tummy is too. I wish I had a jumper, just like you.”
A tiny scarf
Finn fetched a scarf, all cosy and bright. “Let’s try this scarf. It might fit just right.” He tucked it gently beneath Whale’s chin. “But what about the rest of me?” said Whale with a grin.
Wool from friends
“We need a big jumper!” Finn called to the bay. “Come and help us knit one today!” Seal brought cream wool. Otter brought blue. Crab brought orange. “I’ll help you too!”
The wool stops
They knitted a row, then knitted some more. The jumper grew bigger than Finn’s front door. Whale watched the stitches. He waited—and then... The blue wool stopped. They tugged it again.
A rustle in the basket
The wool gave a wiggle. The basket went TAP. Finn leaned closer. “What’s making that flap?” Out popped Gull with a loop on his head. “Your wool’s caught my foot!” the little bird said.
Together again
Finn lifted the loop. Gull hopped away. “Thank you! I’ll help with your jumper today.” They knitted in cream, then orange and blue. They left room for his tail and his flippers too.
Will it fit?
They slipped on the jumper. Would it be right? Whale wriggled his flippers. It wasn’t too tight. He swished his tail and splashed the shore. “I’m warm!” he called. “I’m cold no more!”
Goodnight, Whale
Whale floated softly in the evening light. His jumper was cosy. It fitted just right. “Thank you,” he whispered. The waves rocked the bay. His friends waved goodnight at the end of the day.
An illustrated example of the experience we are developing. Talebrix is still in development; this book was not printed by the device.