# Olive and the Softest Snow

An episode of [Kid’s Bedtime Stories Podcast](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1780176346), 10 Aug 2026, 17 min.

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Join Olive, a gentle little owl with cocoa-brown feathers, on a magical winter evening in Briarwood Forest. When the first snow begins to fall, Olive discovers that each snowflake carries its own soft lullaby - and she sets out to share these sleeping songs with every creature in the forest. A soothing bedtime story about the magic of listening, the joy of sharing, and the comfort of a snowy night. Perfect for winding down before sleep. CHAPTERS: 0:00 - Opening 0:09 - Welcome and Introduction 0:30 - Olive Waits for Snow 3:00 - The First Snowflake Falls 6:00 - Sharing the Lullabies 12:00 - The Forest Sleeps 16:30 - Goodnight TOPICS: bedtime story, owls, snow, lullabies, friendship, sharing, winter, forest animals, kids podcast Age Range: 5-10 years Kid Bedtime Stories Podcast - A HustleStudios Production Want every episode before everyone else? Join us on Patreon for early access to all episodes, exclusive supporter-only stories, and extended editions across every Hustle Studios show. Join here: https://www.patreon.com/cw/hus...

## Transcript

[0:04] Speaker 1: Us studious. Hey everyone, welcome back. I am so happy
[0:13] Speaker 1: you are here tonight. I am your host on Kid's
[0:17] Speaker 1: Bedtime Stories, where every night is Story night. Shout out
[0:23] Speaker 1: to everyone listening right now, whether you are tucked in bed,
[0:28] Speaker 1: riding in the car, or just settling down for the evening.
[0:33] Speaker 1: If you are enjoying the show, hit subscribe, leave a review,
[0:38] Speaker 1: and share it with another family. It really means a lot.
[0:43] Speaker 1: You can put this on in the background while you
[0:46] Speaker 1: wind down, do chores, or just relax. I will keep
[0:54] Speaker 1: you company tonight. We have a gentle story about a
[0:59] Speaker 1: little owl named Olive, a quiet forest and the softest
[1:07] Speaker 1: snow you ever did hear. Once upon a time, in
[1:12] Speaker 1: the heart of Briarwood forest, they lived a small round
[1:18] Speaker 1: owl named Olive. Olive had feathers the color of warm cocoa,
[1:25] Speaker 1: and her eyes were the bright golden yellow of autumn
[1:28] Speaker 1: leaves caught in the afternoon sun. She was not the
[1:33] Speaker 1: biggest owl in the forest, and she was not the loudest.
[1:39] Speaker 1: But Olive had something very special. She could hear things
[1:45] Speaker 1: that no other creature could hear. She could hear the
[1:48] Speaker 1: mushrooms growing through the moss on the forest floor. She
[1:54] Speaker 1: could hear the rivers humming lullabies to the pebbles at
[1:58] Speaker 1: the bottom. She could hear the wind tickling the pine
[2:03] Speaker 1: needles and making them giggle, And most wonderfully of all,
[2:10] Speaker 1: she could hear snowflakes landing. Now. Most owls sleep during
[2:15] Speaker 1: the day and stay awake at night, which is perfectly
[2:20] Speaker 1: normal for owls, but Olive had an unusual habit. Every evening,
[2:29] Speaker 1: just as the sun dipped below the tree tops and
[2:34] Speaker 1: the sky turned the color of ripe peaches, she would
[2:39] Speaker 1: fly to the top of the tallest birch tree in
[2:42] Speaker 1: the forest and wait. She would tuck her wings in tight,
[2:49] Speaker 1: fluff up her feathers, and listen. She was waiting for
[2:54] Speaker 1: the first snow. The forest animals thought Olive was a
[2:58] Speaker 1: bit strange. Why do you sit up there every evening,
[3:03] Speaker 1: asked a squirrel named Maple, who was busy burying acorns
[3:08] Speaker 1: for winter. It is too cold to just sit and
[3:13] Speaker 1: do nothing. I am not doing nothing, Olive said softly.
[3:19] Speaker 1: I am listening, listening to what Maple asked. Pausing midberry
[3:25] Speaker 1: to the snow, Olive whispered, it is almost here. I
[3:31] Speaker 1: can hear it. Practicing, Mapel tilted her head and listened.
[3:37] Speaker 1: All she heard was the wind rustling through the dry leaves.
[3:43] Speaker 1: I do not hear anything, Mapel said. That is because
[3:46] Speaker 1: you are listening with your ears, Olive said, with a small,
[3:50] Speaker 1: warm smile, I am listening with my whole heart. Maple
[3:56] Speaker 1: shook her head and scampered off to find more acorns,
[4:02] Speaker 1: But she could not stop wondering about what Olive had said.
[4:08] Speaker 1: Listening with your whole heart, What could that possibly mean?
[4:14] Speaker 1: The days grew shorter, the nights grew longer. The trees
[4:21] Speaker 1: shed their golden and crimson leaves until their branches were
[4:26] Speaker 1: bare and reaching toward the sky like crooked fingers. The
[4:33] Speaker 1: air grew sharp and cold, the kind of cold that
[4:38] Speaker 1: makes your breath look like tiny clouds when you exhale,
[4:42] Speaker 1: and still every evening. Olive sat on her birch tree
[4:47] Speaker 1: and listened. One night, as the moon rose full and
[4:52] Speaker 1: round above the forest, something changed. The air grew very still.
[5:00] Speaker 1: The wind stopped whispering, the river stopped humming. Even the crickets,
[5:07] Speaker 1: who never stopped singing, fell silent. It was as if
[5:12] Speaker 1: the whole forest was holding its breath. Olive's golden eyes
[5:16] Speaker 1: grew wide, her heart beat a little faster, she could
[5:22] Speaker 1: hear something not with her ears exactly, more like a
[5:28] Speaker 1: feeling that started at the tips of her wing feathers
[5:33] Speaker 1: and traveled all the way down to her tiny talons.
[5:37] Speaker 1: It was a sound so soft, so delicate, that it
[5:41] Speaker 1: was barely a sound at all. It was more like
[5:46] Speaker 1: a thought, a gentle, floating thought that drifted down from
[5:53] Speaker 1: the clouds aboves. The first snowflake was coming. Olive watched
[5:58] Speaker 1: as it appeared out of the darkness, a tiny crystal,
[6:02] Speaker 1: no bigger than a freckle. It spun slowly through the air,
[6:09] Speaker 1: catching the moonlight and turning it into something magical. The
[6:15] Speaker 1: snowflake was not white exactly. It was every color at once,
[6:23] Speaker 1: silver and pearl, and the faintest hint of blue, like
[6:29] Speaker 1: the inside of a seashell. When the snowflake landed on
[6:33] Speaker 1: Olive's beak, she heard it. It was a lullaby, the softest,
[6:41] Speaker 1: most enchanting lullaby she had ever heard. It was not
[6:47] Speaker 1: a song with words exactly. It was more like a
[6:52] Speaker 1: feeling wrapped in a malady. It felt like being tucked
[6:58] Speaker 1: under a warm blanket on a cold night. It felt
[7:03] Speaker 1: like the smell of honey and camomile tea. It felt
[7:08] Speaker 1: like your mother's voice humming in the next room while
[7:12] Speaker 1: you drift off to sleep. Oh, Olive breathed, Oh, that
[7:17] Speaker 1: is the most wonderful thing I have ever heard. Then
[7:21] Speaker 1: another snowflake landed on her wing. This one sang a
[7:27] Speaker 1: different lullaby. It was slower and deeper, like the sound
[7:33] Speaker 1: of the ocean breathing in its sleep. And another landed
[7:38] Speaker 1: on her tail. And this one chimed like tiny bells
[7:43] Speaker 1: made of frost, playing a melody that sounded like the
[7:48] Speaker 1: forest itself, sang good night. More snowflakes came, dozens of them, hundreds.
[7:57] Speaker 1: They fell from the sky like a silver curtain, each
[8:02] Speaker 1: one carrying its own soft song. Olive closed her eyes
[8:09] Speaker 1: and listened with her whole heart, just as she had
[8:13] Speaker 1: promised herself she would. She heard lullabies about moonbeams dancing
[8:19] Speaker 1: on frozen ponds. She heard lullabies about bear cups curling
[8:26] Speaker 1: up in their dens with their mothers. She heard lullabies
[8:31] Speaker 1: about rivers slowing down under blankets of ice, resting until spring.
[8:39] Speaker 1: Each snowflake had its own story, its own gentle melody,
[8:45] Speaker 1: its own way of saying it is time to sleep. Now,
[8:51] Speaker 1: the world is safe. You can rest. Olive realized she
[8:57] Speaker 1: was crying. Tiny glittering tears rolled down her cocoa colored feathers,
[9:05] Speaker 1: not because she was sad, but because the lullabies were
[9:10] Speaker 1: so lovely that her heart could not hold all the
[9:13] Speaker 1: feelings inside. I have to share this, she whispered. Everyone
[9:19] Speaker 1: needs to hear this. So Olive spread her wings and
[9:24] Speaker 1: flew down from the birch tree. The snow was falling thicker, now,
[9:30] Speaker 1: filling the forest with a soft white hush. The ground
[9:36] Speaker 1: was starting to disappear under a thin blanket of powder.
[9:41] Speaker 1: Olive flew to Maple's oak tree. First, she found the
[9:45] Speaker 1: little squirrel curled up in her nest of leaves, her
[9:49] Speaker 1: bushy tail wrapped around her nose like a scarf. Maeple.
[9:55] Speaker 1: Olive called softly, Maple, wake up. You have to listen.
[10:02] Speaker 1: Mapo opened one sleepy eye. Olive. It is the middle
[10:10] Speaker 1: of the night. What are you doing listen, Olive said,
[10:15] Speaker 1: listen with your whole heart. Mingple yawned, But something about
[10:21] Speaker 1: the way Olive spoke, so gentle and so sure, made
[10:27] Speaker 1: her sit up and pay attention. She listened. At first,
[10:32] Speaker 1: Maple heard nothing, just the quiet of the forest. But
[10:38] Speaker 1: then if she listened very carefully, she heard it, a
[10:43] Speaker 1: snowflake landing on a branch just outside her nest, and
[10:49] Speaker 1: with it the tiniest whisper of a lullaby. It sounded
[10:54] Speaker 1: like crunching through fresh, powdery snow on a winter morning.
[10:59] Speaker 1: It sounded like warm cocoa in a favorite mug. It
[11:04] Speaker 1: sounded like home, Oh, Papal said, and her voice was
[11:09] Speaker 1: full of wonder. Oh, Olive, it is lovely, I told you,
[11:16] Speaker 1: Olive said, Will you come with me? There are others
[11:22] Speaker 1: who need to hear this, And so Olive and Maple
[11:26] Speaker 1: flew and climbed through the snowy forest. Together. They found Barnaby,
[11:32] Speaker 1: the badger, who was pacing in his den because he
[11:37] Speaker 1: could not sleep. The lullaby that landed on his nose
[11:42] Speaker 1: was deep and rumbly, like the earth itself, humming a
[11:47] Speaker 1: bedtime song. Barnaby stopped pacing, lay down on his soft
[11:53] Speaker 1: bed of dried grass, and was asleep before the second
[11:58] Speaker 1: snowflake arrived. Found Pepper, the field mouse, who was worried
[12:03] Speaker 1: about her three little ones staying warm through the winter.
[12:08] Speaker 1: The lullaby that found her was made of tiny sparkling
[12:12] Speaker 1: notes like a music box playing in another room. It
[12:18] Speaker 1: told her that the snow was a blanket, that the
[12:22] Speaker 1: forest would take care of her family, that everything would
[12:27] Speaker 1: be all right. Pepper curled up with her babies and
[12:32] Speaker 1: felt the worry melt away like frost. In the morning sun.
[12:37] Speaker 1: They found Fern the deer, who stood alone in a clearing,
[12:42] Speaker 1: her great brown eyes reflecting the falling snow. She had
[12:48] Speaker 1: been feeling lonely ever since her fawn had grown up
[12:53] Speaker 1: and wandered to a different part of the forest. The
[12:56] Speaker 1: snowflake that landed on her ear carried a lullaby about
[13:01] Speaker 1: distances and love, about how the ones we care about
[13:07] Speaker 1: are never really far away, because the same stars shine
[13:12] Speaker 1: above every one, and the same snow falls on every creature,
[13:19] Speaker 1: connecting them all in a blanket of white. Firm closed
[13:23] Speaker 1: her eyes and smiled. Thank you, Olive, She said, I
[13:30] Speaker 1: did not know I needed to hear that. Olive visited
[13:34] Speaker 1: every creature in Briarwood Forest that night, the rabbits, the hedgehogs,
[13:40] Speaker 1: the foxes, the mice and the voles and the shrews,
[13:47] Speaker 1: even old mister Tortoise, who usually slept right through winter
[13:52] Speaker 1: and missed everything, woke up just long enough to hear
[13:57] Speaker 1: his snowflake lullaby, which sounded like the slow, steady, hotbeat
[14:04] Speaker 1: of the forest itself. Each creature heard something different in
[14:09] Speaker 1: the snow. That was the magic of it. The snow
[14:15] Speaker 1: did not sing one song to everyone. It sang a
[14:20] Speaker 1: different song to each heart, because every heart needs to
[14:26] Speaker 1: hear something different to feel safe enough to sleep. By
[14:31] Speaker 1: the time Olive had visited every one, the forest was
[14:36] Speaker 1: covered in a thick, soft layer of snow. The trees
[14:42] Speaker 1: wore white caps, the ground was a smooth, unmarked blanket
[14:49] Speaker 1: of powder, and every creature in Briarwood Forest was asleep,
[14:56] Speaker 1: tucked in and dreaming sweet dream. Olah flew back to
[15:01] Speaker 1: her birch tree one last time. She perched on her
[15:06] Speaker 1: favorite branch, now padded with snow, and looked out at
[15:10] Speaker 1: the forest. It was so quiet, so peaceful. The snow
[15:19] Speaker 1: was still falling, but slower now, like it was winding down,
[15:25] Speaker 1: like even the snowflakes were getting sleepy. Olive fluffed up
[15:30] Speaker 1: her feathers and listened one more time. The lullabies were softer, now, gentler, fading,
[15:39] Speaker 1: like the last notes of a song played far away.
[15:44] Speaker 1: She could feel them wrapping around her like the warmest,
[15:48] Speaker 1: softest blanket in the world. Thank you, she whispered to
[15:53] Speaker 1: the snow, thank you for the most magical night, and
[15:58] Speaker 1: the snow, in its own quiet way, whispered back, not
[16:05] Speaker 1: with words, not even with music, but with a feeling,
[16:12] Speaker 1: a feeling that said, you are the reason I came.
[16:19] Speaker 1: You were the one who listened, And because you listened,
[16:25] Speaker 1: the whole forest slept peacefully to night. Olive closed her
[16:30] Speaker 1: golden eyes, she tucked her beak under her wing, and
[16:36] Speaker 1: she listened to the softest snow in the world as
[16:40] Speaker 1: it sang her to sleep. And if you listen very
[16:44] Speaker 1: carefully to night, on a quiet winter evening, when the
[16:48] Speaker 1: snow is falling and the world is still, you might
[16:53] Speaker 1: hear it too, a lullaby just for you, because the
[17:00] Speaker 1: snow has a song for everyone who is willing to
[17:04] Speaker 1: listen with their whole heart. Sweet dreams everyone, Good night.
[17:10] Speaker 1: The end

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