🎬 Watch the Story Barnaby Bear lived in a cozy house in Honeycomb Woods. He loved his red backpack. He loved his honey sandwiches. He loved to look at the stars and wonder. “I wonder what other bears are doing,” he said. One sunny morning, Barnaby packed his map and his honey sandwich. He was ready to go on a big trip! “I’ll meet bears from all around the world!” he said. First Stop: The Arctic Barnaby said, “It’s so cold here!” Snow sparkled everywhere. He met Lumi the Polar Bear . She was sliding on the ice. “Hello!” said Barnaby. “Aren’t you cold?” Lumi laughed. “No way! My fur keeps me warm.” Lumi showed Barnaby how to fish and make a snow den. Barnaby tried, but his den looked like a flat pancake! They giggled and shared a fishy snack. Then Barnaby waved goodbye. “Bye, Lumi! Stay warm!” Next Stop: China Now the air was warm and soft. Tall green bamboo grew all around. Barnaby met Ping the Panda . Ping was munching on bamboo. “Would you like some?” Pin...

  🎬 Watch the Story On a bright morning in the meadow, a pigeon perched high on a branch, admiring her glossy feathers. Down below, an ant was busy carrying a crumb back to her tiny home. The pigeon chuckled. “Oh, little ant! You’re so small and slow! Look how quickly I can soar through the skies!” The ant paused, smiling kindly. “That may be true, Miss Pigeon. But I’m happy doing things my way. We all have our own pace and purpose.” The pigeon fluffed her wings proudly and flew off, circling the meadow in wide loops. But by afternoon, dark clouds began to gather. A fierce storm rolled in-wind howled, trees shook, and rain poured down. The pigeon tried to fly back to her nest, but the wind tossed her around. Her feathers grew heavy with rain, and she struggled to stay aloft. Meanwhile, the little ant hurried underground, safe and dry in her cozy tunnel. When the storm finally passed, the pigeon landed near the anthill, dripping wet and shivering. The ant p...

  🎬 Watch the Story On a snowy island where the wind went whooooosh and the ice went crick-crack-sparkle, lived Frosty the penguin. Every morning, she’d wiggle out of her cozy snow cave, flap her flippers, and sigh, But her friends, Pip the seal and Lila the puffin, just giggled. “Brrr! I wish it were warm! Soooo warm!” “Come slide, Frosty!” said Pip. “Come splash, Frosty!” chirped Lila. Still, Frosty pouted. “Too cold, too chilly, too frosty! I’m off to find somewhere warm and toasty!” Splish! went her dive. Swish-swash! went her swim. She paddled through the waves until the sea felt soft and the air smelled sweet. When she reached a sunny shore, she blinked. The sand went sizzle! The air went whoosh! The waves went swish! “Ahhh,” she sighed. “Warm, warm, warm! Just what I wanted!” But soon her feet went ouch! on the hot sand, and her feathers drooped without the cool wind to puff them up. She looked around—no penguins, no ice hills, no Pip, no Lila. Ju...

  🎬 Watch the Story Nico loved questions. Big questions. Tiny questions. Silly questions. But today, the biggest question of all appeared in the sky: “Who painted you?” The sky was pink. Orange. Purple. Clouds giggled and danced across it. Grandma rocked on the porch. “No one knows,” she said. “Maybe it paints itself.” Nico shook his head. “Nope. That’s not enough. I’m going to find the painter!” That night, lantern in hand, scarf snug around his neck, Nico climbed the tallest hill. The stars winked at him. The wind tickled his ears. At the very top… he gasped. A tiny cloud floated down, wearing a little hat and holding a paintbrush. “Hello, Nico,” said the cloud with a soft puff. “I’m the Sky Painter. Every morning, I dip my brush into the sun and splash colors across the world.” “Can… can I help?” Nico asked. “Of course!” said the cloud. “But every color has a feeling. Blue is calm. Pink is joy. Orange is adventure. Yellow… laughter!” Nico dipped his brush...

  🎬 Watch the Story In a bright green jungle lived a young elephant named Oli. He loved to stomp, stomp, STOMP and flap, flap, FLAP his big ears. “I am the strongest! I am the biggest!” he trumpeted every day. The monkeys giggled and chattered, but sometimes they hid behind the trees. One sunny morning, Oli wandered farther than ever. The jungle smelled like honey and flowers, and butterflies danced around his trunk. Suddenly, he spotted something shiny-a river that sparkled like a million stars! Oli ran to the edge. Splash! The water tickled his toes. But wait… something moved! Something big… something just like him! “Oh!” Oli gasped. “Who are you?” The elephant in the river lifted his trunk when Oli lifted his. He stepped back when Oli stepped back. Oli stomped once, then twice. Stomp! Stomp! Splash! The river elephant stomped too! Oli felt nervous. Was this a magical ghost? Or another elephant? He didn’t know. Then he remembered what his mama always ...

  🎬 Watch the Story In a misty green valley, a panda cub named Poko spotted little shoots poking out of the ground. They were thin and small, like green pencils sticking up from the dirt. Poko’s tummy rumbled. “I want bamboo now!” he cried, tugging at the nearest shoot. Mama Panda shook her head with a gentle smile. “Not yet, Poko. These shoots are too young. If you wait, they’ll grow tall and sweet.” But Poko stamped his paws. “I don’t want to wait! I’m hungry now!”   The next morning, soft raindrops danced on the leaves. Poko sat under a tree, grumbling. “Rain makes waiting even worse,” he sighed. “Shhh,” said Mama Panda. “Watch.” Poko peeked at the bamboo patch. The little shoots were stretching, taller than before. His eyes widened. “The rain helps them grow!” When summer came, the warm sun bathed the valley. The bamboo was much taller now, with shiny leaves swaying in the breeze. Poko’s belly growled. “They’re ready now, right?” he asked. ...