# Ivy and the Hidden Clock Tower

An episode of [Kid’s Bedtime Stories Podcast](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1780176346), 9 Aug 2026, 18 min.

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Join Ivy, a curious little hedgehog who lives at the edge of Fernwood Hollow, on a magical adventure into the heart of the forest! When Ivy discovers a hidden clock tower made of living wood, she learns that every small thing you do matters. This enchanting bedtime story for kids ages 5 to 10 teaches children about curiosity, kindness, and the magic of everyday moments. CHAPTERS: 0:00 - Opening 1:49 - The Discovery 5:29 - The Adventure 10:58 - The Climax 14:37 - The Lesson and Goodnight TOPICS: bedtime story, kids podcast, hedgehog, forest adventure, clock tower, curiosity, kindness Age Range: 5-10 years #bedtimestory #kidspodcast #bedtime #storiesforkids #hedgehog --- Listen to Hustle Studios Radio 24/7! Live stream: https://radio.hustlestudios.ne... All our podcasts - playing back to back, anytime! 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: Hussle studio eyes, hussle studio eyes.
[0:17] Speaker 2: Hey there everyone, Welcome back to kids' bedtime stories, where
[0:23] Speaker 2: every night is story night. I am so happy you
[0:28] Speaker 2: are here tonight. Shout out to everyone listening right now.
[0:34] Speaker 2: Whether you are tucked in bed, riding in the car,
[0:38] Speaker 2: or just settling down for the evening, you are in
[0:42] Speaker 2: the right place. If you are enjoying the show, hit subscribe,
[0:48] Speaker 2: leave a review, and share it with another family. It
[0:52] Speaker 2: really means a lot. You can put this on in
[0:56] Speaker 2: the background while you wind down, do chores, or just relax.
[1:02] Speaker 2: I will keep you company. Tonight we meet Ivy, a
[1:07] Speaker 2: curious little hedgehog who lives at the edge of fernwood hollow.
[1:14] Speaker 2: Ivy has the best eyes in the whole forest. She
[1:19] Speaker 2: notices things other animals miss, like the way the moss
[1:24] Speaker 2: grows thicker on the north side of the old oak tree,
[1:29] Speaker 2: or how the creek changes its tune when rain is coming.
[1:35] Speaker 2: But tonight Ivy is about to discover something she has
[1:40] Speaker 2: never seen before, something hidden in plain sight. Let us begin.
[1:49] Speaker 2: Ivy woke to the sound of birds singing their first
[1:53] Speaker 2: song of the morning. She stretched her tiny paws and yawned.
[1:59] Speaker 2: Her quills, catching the soft light that filtered through the
[2:03] Speaker 2: leaves above her nest. The air smelled of damp earth
[2:08] Speaker 2: and wild flowers, the kind of morning that made her
[2:12] Speaker 2: nose twitch with excitement. To day, she thought, to day,
[2:17] Speaker 2: I am going to explore the part of the hollow
[2:21] Speaker 2: I have never visited. Ivy grabbed her little satchel, the
[2:25] Speaker 2: one her grandmother had woven from dried grass and twine,
[2:31] Speaker 2: and set off along the winding path that led deeper
[2:36] Speaker 2: into fern Wood Hollow. The path twisted between ancient trees
[2:43] Speaker 2: whose roots tangled together like old friends holding hands. Sunlight
[2:50] Speaker 2: dappled the ground in golden patches, and somewhere near by,
[2:56] Speaker 2: a brook murmured its quiet song. She walked this path
[3:01] Speaker 2: many times before, but today something felt different. The air
[3:09] Speaker 2: was thicker, almost shimmering, as if the forest itself was
[3:16] Speaker 2: holding its breath. Ivy paused and tilted her head. There
[3:23] Speaker 2: it was again, a faint sound she had never heard before.
[3:29] Speaker 2: It was not a bird, or a brook or the
[3:33] Speaker 2: wind in the leaves. It was something rhythmic, like a
[3:38] Speaker 2: gentle heartbeat, echoing through the trees. Ivy followed the sound,
[3:44] Speaker 2: her paws soft on the mossy ground. She pushed through
[3:48] Speaker 2: a curtain of hanging vines she had never noticed before,
[3:52] Speaker 2: and there, in a small clearing, bathed in golden light,
[3:57] Speaker 2: stood a clock tower. But this was no ordinary clock tower.
[4:03] Speaker 2: It was made of living wood, its walls covered in
[4:08] Speaker 2: soft green moss and tiny white flowers that opened and
[4:14] Speaker 2: closed with each tick. The hands of the clock were
[4:20] Speaker 2: shaped like graceful branches, and instead of numbers, the face
[4:26] Speaker 2: had symbols a sun, a moon, a star, a flower,
[4:34] Speaker 2: a snowflake, and a rain drop, arranged in a circle
[4:40] Speaker 2: like the seasons of the year. Ivy stared in wonder.
[4:45] Speaker 2: She had lived in Fernwood Dollar her whole life, and
[4:48] Speaker 2: she had never seen anything like this. She stepped closer,
[4:54] Speaker 2: her quills rustling with excitement. Hello, she called softly. No
[5:02] Speaker 2: answer came, but the clock ticked on it sound warm
[5:07] Speaker 2: and steady, like the heartbeat of the forest itself. Ivy
[5:13] Speaker 2: reached out and touched the mossy wall. It was warm
[5:18] Speaker 2: under her paw, alive and humming, with a gentle energy
[5:23] Speaker 2: that made her feel calm and safe. A small door
[5:27] Speaker 2: at the base of the tower was slightly a jar.
[5:31] Speaker 2: Ivy pushed it open and stepped inside. The interior was
[5:36] Speaker 2: even more magical than the outside. The walls were lined
[5:42] Speaker 2: with hundreds of tiny shelves, and on each shelf sat
[5:48] Speaker 2: a small glass jar. Each jar glowed with a different color,
[5:55] Speaker 2: and inside each one something moved, like a tiny captured moment.
[6:04] Speaker 2: Ivy picked up the nearest jar and peered inside. It
[6:08] Speaker 2: was a memory. She could see a family of rabbits
[6:12] Speaker 2: sharing a meal under a mushroom cap, their laughter like
[6:17] Speaker 2: tiny bells. The jar was warm in her hands and
[6:22] Speaker 2: smelled of fresh bread and clover. You found the Memory tower.
[6:28] Speaker 2: Ivy startled and nearly dropped the jar. A small tortoise
[6:34] Speaker 2: was watching her from the corner, his shell covered in
[6:39] Speaker 2: the same soft moss as the walls. He had kind,
[6:45] Speaker 2: ancient eyes and a smile that seemed to hold centuries
[6:49] Speaker 2: of wisdom. I am thick, he said gently, I take
[6:54] Speaker 2: care of this place. Every memory that the animals of
[7:00] Speaker 2: Burrne would hollow, forget or leave behind, it comes here.
[7:06] Speaker 2: Every happy moment, every quiet kindness, every brave little thing
[7:13] Speaker 2: anyone does, it finds its way into a jar on
[7:18] Speaker 2: these shelves. Ivy set the jar back carefully. The whole
[7:24] Speaker 2: tower hummed around her, and she realized the ticking she
[7:29] Speaker 2: had followed was not just the clock. It was the
[7:34] Speaker 2: sound of all these memories, all these moments, living and
[7:41] Speaker 2: breathing together. It is beautiful, Ivy whispered. Tick nodded slowly.
[7:49] Speaker 2: It is, but it needs help. The clock keeps the
[7:54] Speaker 2: rhythm of the forest when it ticks. The flowers know
[7:59] Speaker 2: when to open when it talks. The fireflies know when
[8:05] Speaker 2: to light up when it chimes. The animals know when
[8:10] Speaker 2: it is time to rest. But lately something has gone wrong.
[8:17] Speaker 2: He led Ivy to a window and pointed outside. Ivy
[8:23] Speaker 2: could see that the flowers in the clearing were confused.
[8:28] Speaker 2: Some had opened in the middle of the night, and
[8:32] Speaker 2: others remained closed even though the sun was high. A
[8:38] Speaker 2: group of fireflies was blinking in the daylight, looking thoroughly embarrassed,
[8:46] Speaker 2: and a line of sleepy rabbits was yawning their way
[8:50] Speaker 2: to bed while the morning was still young. The clock
[8:54] Speaker 2: is off, Tick said, It has not chimed in three days,
[9:00] Speaker 2: and the whole forest is confused about what time it is.
[9:05] Speaker 2: The clock needs winding. But I am too old and
[9:09] Speaker 2: slow to reach the quay. It is at the very
[9:13] Speaker 2: top of the tower. Ivy looked up the tower stretched
[9:18] Speaker 2: high above her, its interior spiraling upward like a snail shell.
[9:24] Speaker 2: At the very top, she could see a small golden
[9:28] Speaker 2: key hanging from a hook, catching the light. I will
[9:32] Speaker 2: do it, she said, and she meant it. Dick smiled
[9:37] Speaker 2: his ancient smile. I knew you would. You have the
[9:43] Speaker 2: best eyes in the hollow. You will see the way.
[9:48] Speaker 2: Ivy began to climb. The spiral staircase was narrow and winding,
[9:54] Speaker 2: made of smooth wood that felt warm under her paws.
[10:00] Speaker 2: As she climbed, the jars on the shelves changed. The
[10:05] Speaker 2: lower ones held simple memories, a sunny afternoon, a good meal,
[10:13] Speaker 2: a gentle hug. But higher up the memories grew more precious,
[10:20] Speaker 2: the colors deeper, the light warmer. She paused on a
[10:25] Speaker 2: landing and picked up a jar that glowed bright gold. Inside,
[10:31] Speaker 2: she saw a scene she recognized. It was her grandmother,
[10:36] Speaker 2: years ago, teaching little Ivy how to find the best
[10:41] Speaker 2: berries in the hollow. Her grandmother's voice was clear as
[10:46] Speaker 2: a bell in the memory, saying, the sweetest berries grow
[10:51] Speaker 2: where the sunlight touches the ground, but only if you
[10:55] Speaker 2: look carefully. Ivey smiled, and placed the jar back gently.
[11:01] Speaker 2: She climbed higher. Half way up, the staircase narrowed further,
[11:07] Speaker 2: and Ivy had to squeeze through a gap in the wall.
[11:11] Speaker 2: Her quills cut on the edges and she had to
[11:15] Speaker 2: wiggle free. She was not afraid, though she was too
[11:21] Speaker 2: curious to be afraid. She wanted to see that golden
[11:27] Speaker 2: key up close. On She climbed past jars that glowed
[11:33] Speaker 2: like tiny suns, past memories that hummed with warmths, past
[11:40] Speaker 2: the soft ticking that grew louder with every step. She
[11:45] Speaker 2: could feel the heartbeat of the forest growing stronger around her,
[11:51] Speaker 2: and it made her feel brave. At last, she reached
[11:55] Speaker 2: the top. The golden key hung just above her, gleaming
[12:00] Speaker 2: in a shaft of sunlight that poured through a small window.
[12:06] Speaker 2: Ivy stretched up on her hind legs, her front paws
[12:10] Speaker 2: reaching reaching, and she grasped the key in both paws.
[12:17] Speaker 2: It was warm and heavy, and it pulsed with the
[12:21] Speaker 2: same gentle energy as the rest of the tower. She
[12:24] Speaker 2: carried it carefully back down the stairs. Each step felt important,
[12:32] Speaker 2: Each jar she passed felt like a front watching her succeed.
[12:39] Speaker 2: At the bottom, Tick was waiting with that same ancient smile.
[12:44] Speaker 2: You found it, he said, Now win. The clock tick
[12:50] Speaker 2: showed her where the key fit, a small golden slot
[12:55] Speaker 2: at the base of the clock face. Ivy inserted the
[13:00] Speaker 2: key and turned it. The clock began to tick faster, stronger,
[13:06] Speaker 2: its rhythm, filling the tower and spreading outward through the
[13:10] Speaker 2: clearing outside. The flowers straightened up and opened properly. The
[13:17] Speaker 2: fireflies settled down for their daytime nap. The rabbits stopped
[13:23] Speaker 2: yawning and hopped off to enjoy their morning. The whole
[13:29] Speaker 2: forest seemed to sigh with relief. The clock chimed. It
[13:36] Speaker 2: was the most beautiful sound Ivy had ever heard, a deep,
[13:42] Speaker 2: warm tone that seemed to come from the very heart
[13:46] Speaker 2: of the earth. It echoed through the trees, over the brook,
[13:52] Speaker 2: across the meadow, and every animal in Fernwood Hollow stopped
[13:58] Speaker 2: what they were doing and smiled. Kick nodded with satisfaction.
[14:04] Speaker 2: The forest knows what time it is again, and it
[14:08] Speaker 2: is all because of you, little one. Ivy looked at
[14:12] Speaker 2: the clock, then at tick, then at all the jars
[14:17] Speaker 2: of memories lining the walls. She thought about her grandmother's
[14:22] Speaker 2: voice in that golden jar, about all the happy moments
[14:27] Speaker 2: stored in this tower, and she understood something important. The
[14:32] Speaker 2: clock does not just tell time, does it, she said softly.
[14:39] Speaker 2: Tick smiled, No, it does not. It holds the rhythm
[14:45] Speaker 2: of everything we love. Every meal shared, every song sung,
[14:53] Speaker 2: every kind word whispered, it all becomes part of the
[14:58] Speaker 2: clock's heartbeat. That is why it needs care. That is
[15:05] Speaker 2: why it needs someone with sharp eyes in the brave art.
[15:10] Speaker 2: Ivy looked up at the clock face, at the sun
[15:14] Speaker 2: and moon and stars and flowers, all turning slowly in
[15:20] Speaker 2: their circle. She thought about how every day in the
[15:26] Speaker 2: hollow was made up of tiny moments, and how each
[15:32] Speaker 2: one of those moments mattered. I will come back, she said,
[15:38] Speaker 2: I will help you take care of it. Dick nodded,
[15:43] Speaker 2: I would like that very much. Ivy stepped out of
[15:48] Speaker 2: the tower into the warm morning light. The clearing was
[15:53] Speaker 2: alive with proper time now, the flowers swayed gently, the
[15:59] Speaker 2: brooks say its correct song, and a group of fireflies
[16:04] Speaker 2: was already preparing for their evening display. As she walked
[16:08] Speaker 2: home along the winding path, Ivy felt different. She noticed
[16:14] Speaker 2: things she had always noticed. The moss on the north
[16:18] Speaker 2: side of the oak, the changing tune of the creek.
[16:23] Speaker 2: But now she noticed something more. She noticed the rhythm
[16:28] Speaker 2: of it, all, the way everything in the hollow moved
[16:32] Speaker 2: together like the ticking of a great clock. And she
[16:36] Speaker 2: knew that the real magic of the clock tower was
[16:40] Speaker 2: not the golden key or the glowing jars. It was
[16:46] Speaker 2: the knowledge that every small, kind thing she did was
[16:51] Speaker 2: part of something bigger, a rhythm that held the whole
[16:57] Speaker 2: forest together. That night, as Ivy curled up in her nest,
[17:03] Speaker 2: she could hear the clock tower chiming in the distance.
[17:08] Speaker 2: Its sound was soft and warm, like a lullaby sung
[17:13] Speaker 2: by the forest itself. She closed her eyes and smiled,
[17:19] Speaker 2: and somewhere in the tower a new jar appeared on
[17:23] Speaker 2: the lowest shelf, glowing with a soft golden light. Inside it,
[17:31] Speaker 2: A tiny hedgehog with the best eyes in the hollow
[17:35] Speaker 2: was climbing a spiral staircase, brave and curious and full
[17:42] Speaker 2: of wonder. That, dear listeners, is the end of our story.
[17:46] Speaker 2: To night. Remember, every small thing you do matters, Every
[17:54] Speaker 2: kind word, every brave step, every moment of wonder, it
[18:02] Speaker 2: all becomes part of something beautiful. Sleep well, little ones.
[18:08] Speaker 2: The clock is ticking and the forest is at peace.
[18:14] Speaker 2: Good Night and sweet dreams.

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