(Read part one of the story here, part three can be found here)
The little boy smiled a shy smile at the Wuggle, and the Wuggle did another big yawn and smiled back and scratched his little round tummy.
"What are we going to do today?" asked the little boy. "We can't go to sleep NOW, it's breakfast time!"
"Oh...but I would quite like a little nap" said the Wuggle "I'm ever so tired" and he did another yawn.
The little boy smiled, and Mummy and Daddy yawned along with the Wuggle, and poured themselves another coffee, then pulled out another chair at the table for the Wuggle to sit beside the little boy.
The little boy forgot all about the snooze he had been having, and helped the Wuggle pour some cereal. "How are you going to help me sleep?" he asked the Wuggle.
"Oh, that is easy - sleep is the bestest most very best thing in all the world!" said the Wuggle. "Don't you think?"
"Oh no!" said the little boy "The bestest most very best thing in all the world is bubbles and trumping."
The Wuggle thought the little boy had a good point, but he did love sleeping so very very much, and being snuggle buggled in his lovely soft blankets.
Through breakfast the little boy had a lot of questions for the Wuggle, who was such a very lovely snuggly looking thing, and the Wuggle tried his very very best to stay as wide-a-wide-awake as the little boy so that he could answer all the questions.
I don't know if you know this about yawns, but they are very easy to catch, and if one person has the yawns soon enough everyone else catches the yawns too, until the whole room is full of big wide yawns.
So very quickly Mummy, Daddy and the Wuggle were yawning - and they yawned so much even the little boy couldn't help but YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN.
He was so excited by the Wuggle, though, that he absolutely did not want to be asleep today, he wanted to play!
After a very yawny breakfast the little boy took the Wuggle into the playroom to show him all his very favourite toys.
The Wuggle liked the toys, but he could barely keep his beautiful eyes open he was so tired. The little boy pulled the Wuggle's box, which was a very snuggly buggly bed, into the corner of the room, the Wuggle climbed inside and snuggle buggled down, and was almost immediately FAST asleep.
The little boy smiled, and just like his Mummy did for him, he pulled the fluffy blankets right up to the Wuggle's fluffy little chin and tucked him in nice and snug. The Wuggle smiled in his sleep and snuggle buggled even more into the blankets.
The blankets were softer than the little boy had ever felt - even softer and fluffier than the blankets on his very own bed, which were ever so ever so soft.
He wondered where the Wuggle had found such wonderfully soft blankets, and kept stroking the soft bright colourful wool and soon realised his little head was nodding.
He thought that if he just had blankets as bright and colourful and soft as these perhaps he would be able to sleep all night long too - after all, who can resist snuggle buggling into something THAT soft? He was almost tempted to climb into the box with the Wuggle and snuggle buggle down, but it was much too small.
The more he stroked the blankets and listened to the Wuggle's little snuffly snores the more heavy his eyes felt, and the more he KNEW that if he could just have some blankets like these he would certainly, absolutely, definitely be able to sleep. At night. All night.
So he gave the Wuggle a little shake, and a little bit bigger shake, and a really rather big shake, to wake him up.
"Hello little boy, what is the matter?" asked the Wuggle.
"Please, Wuggle, tell me where you got your lovely soft colourful blankets, I would like some for my very own bed, and then I think I could sleep as well as you."
The Wuggle yawned, and didn't seem even a little upset to have been woken up, because Wuggles are such friendly creatures and never ever get cross. Not even when they are VERY tired.
"Well that's easy - I make them!" said the Wuggle. The little boy couldn't believe that this fluffy round little creature could make such glorious blankets - they felt as soft as a cloud must feel, and the Wuggle was so very sleepy and drowsy that the little boy was sure he must be making a joke.
The Wuggle could see that the little boy wasn't sure what he was saying was true, so he smiled, and said "climb into my box and snuggle buggle down, we're going on a journey".
The little boy wasn't sure that he could fit - it was, after all, a Wuggle sized box, but he climbed in and sat down, and pulled the blankets (which really were terribly, terribly soft) and the Wuggle did a little wave of his fluffy little hands and, somehow, the little boy couldn't quite be sure, they were flying through the sky and over a little green hill with lots and lots of brightly coloured sheep!
The little boy thought the sheep were wonderful - he had only ever seen, white sheep before and he didn't know they came in such wonderful, rainbow colours - but there they were, all different sizes, all very, VERY fluffy and bright, and all very pleased to see the Wuggle.
"We're so glad you're here, Wuggle!" said the sheep "It is very hot with these big woolly coats on, please can you take some of our wool to make your blankets, so we can cool down and go to sleep? It is impossible to sleep when you are toooooo hot!"
The little boy didn't think it was too hot, he thought it was just right - but he wasn't wearing a woolly coat, and he had climbed out of the box (which was just a little bit too small to be VERY comfortable) when they landed beside the sheep on the little green hill.
The Wuggle smiled and said "Of course I can help, colourful sheep, come and sit with me".
The sheep all sat in an big circle around the Wuggle. From the very bottom of his box of fluffy blankets the Wuggle pulled out a little stripey bag, and from inside the little stripey bag he pulled out some big scissors, a spindle and some knitting needles!
The little boy watched in amazement as, quicker than quick, far quicker than magic, the Wuggle snip snip snipped the colourful wool off the sheep (which made them look less like rainbow clouds, and made the sheep very happy indeed) and spun it into balls and balls and balls of bright wool, softer than any wool the little boy had ever felt before.
The little boy watched the Wuggle, who was getting drowsier and drowsier, as he knitted quicker than a flash, his needles blurring as he went, and stripey blanket after stripey blanket fell from his hands into a huge, fluffy, soft, inviting pile.
The little boy couldn't help himself - he climbed into the pile of blankets and snuggle buggled down, and before he knew it he was FAST-A-FAST-ASLEEP.
When the little boy woke up all he could hear was snuffly little snores. He looked around, and every single sheep, with their smart new haircuts, was asleep all around him, each one lying on a beautiful, fluffy new blanket - all bright colours, all kinds of designs, all stripes and swirls and bursts of colour.
The Wuggle was curled up beside the little boy, snoring louder than anyone else, and the little boy felt a little guilty about needing to wake him, but he was sure it must be almost lunch time, and he was feeling rather hungry - after all, he had been too excited by the Wuggle arriving to eat much breakfast at all!
So he gave the Wuggle a tiny shake - and then a little bit bigger shake - and then a really rather big shake. The Wuggle woke up, smiled, yawned, stretched and said "I feel rather hungry, shall we go home for some lunch?"
The little boy was pleased, and he climbed back into the box, with the Wuggle on his knees, and the sheep piled the new blankets all around them so they were even more snuggly buggly than before (but perhaps a little too warm) and in a flash they were flying through the sky again, faster than fast, and landing back in the playroom.
The little boy climbed out of his box, ran through to the kitchen pulling the Wuggle by the hand, and as they all sat down to lunch he told his Mummy and Daddy all about the adventure he had been on that morning.
He was sure his Mummy and Daddy thought he was making up a story - so he ran to get a super soft new blanket to show them, and Mummy and Daddy cuddled the blanket and very very nearly fell fast-a-fast-asleep at the table!
"This is SUCH a soft blanket!" said Mummy. "I almost think I could snuggle buggle right here and sleep the whole day through!"
"That is a JOLLY good idea" said the Wuggle, and he promptly fell fast-a-fast-asleep at the table!
Mummy, Daddy and the little boy carried the Wuggle through to his box of blankets, tucked him in so that he could feel snuggle buggled, and then looked around at all the new colourful, fluffy blankets and wondered what on EARTH they should do with them!
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