56. Star Light, Star Bright Cailloiu: Daddy, I want to cook too. Daddy: sorry, Caillou. But the barbecue is too hot. Why don’t you go play with Rosie until dinner’s ready. Caillou: oh, look! Mommy, look. Mommy: Oh! No, Ants. Yuck, why don’t you go see if grandma needs some help in the kitchen while I make sure there are no more ants around. Caillou: grandma, what are you doing? Grandma: I’m making my special top secret potato salad. Grandma: you can be my taste tester. Mommy: what a beautiful night! Grandma: I think I see the evening star Caillou: wow, it’s pretty. Grandpa: this reminds me of the time I saw a shooting star. Caillou: a shooting star? Grandpa: it’s a star that flies across the sky, like a bird. It’s like magic. Grandma: Well, Caillou. Let’s get back to work. Grandpa: come and get it. Mommy: look, a shooting star. Mommy: it was just there a second ago. Caillou: Grandpa, there was a shooting star outside. But it’s gone. Grandpa: I’m sure there will be more. Let’s go see. Grandp: look, Caillou. There goes another one. Caillou: where, I wanna see. Grandp: don’t feel bad. Shooting stars are very fast and hard to spy. Storyteller: caillou still wanted to see a shooting star. He decided he would wait as long as he had to Grandpa: I’m sorry. You missed the shooting star, Caillou. Why, we look the moon instead. Caillou: yeah, I want to see the moon. Caillou: the moon is big. Grandpa: you see this group of stars? That’s called the big bear. Caillou: I can see a bear. Woops. Grandpa: let’s see where were we? Here we go and that ones the little dipper.
Grandpa: Look quick, Caillou. Caillou: I missed it again. Grandpa: don’t worry Caillou. There will be other shooting stars some other night. Storyteller: Caillou wasn’t sure he would ever see one. He thought sad. Mommy: time for bad Caillou. It’s late. Nighty-night. Caillou: good night stars. Wow! |