Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Bremen Bedtime Musicians (Premium)

Episode Date: March 9, 2020

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. The Bremen Bedtime Musicians  Narrated by Thomas Jones. A variation on a classic fairytale about four famous animal musicians.     About Get Sleepy Premium: Help support the podcast, and get: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads) The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free) Premium sleep meditations, extra-long episodes and more! We'll love you forever. ❤️ Get a 7 day free trial, and join the Get Sleepy community here https://getsleepy.com/support. And thank you so, so much.  Tom, and the team. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hi, Thomas here. You're listening to a preview episode. You can enjoy the entire story tonight by subscribing to our supporters' feed. There you'll get access to the entire back catalogue, bonus episodes, and more, and it's all completely ad-free. Click the link below to learn more and thank you so so much. Me and the team really appreciate your support. Once upon a time there were four famous musicians. They were known across the countryside as the best of the best. These four musicians were unlike any others because they were animals. It's not every day you find a donkey, a dog, a cat, and a rooster who play music. Their talent and passion were unrivaled across the land. People came from far and wide to hear them play,

especially because of what they played. Sleep music. Then a small dance hall in an old cobblestone town. The four famous musicians were about to take the stage. The doors of the dance hall were propped open with a pair of large rocks. Men and women, girls and boys, young and old, made their way into the hall on this dark winter night. The street outside was covered in a light dusting of powdery snow. Oil lamps cast long shadows on the ground. There was a chill in the air that left the visitors rubbing their hands together for warmth as they walked through the wooden doors.

But inside there was a toasty fire and so many smiling people that the hall was warm and inviting. They were bundled in thick, willing coats coats with colourful scarves tucked down snugly behind large buttons. The men and women wore gloves, some with fingers, some without. The children wore puffy mittens with strings to keep them from getting lost, or to hang them on snowmen, whose tree branch arms certainly needed protection from the cold. The air in the darts hall, buzzed with excitement.

Tonight is the night people whispered among themselves. Many of them had waited years to hear the famous musicians from Braemon Town. The actual town of Braemon was quite far away. was quite far away. So far, in fact, across the hills and through the forests, that most of the town's folks didn't really know where it was. It was more of a mythical place to them. A far away place. The kind of far away place that produces animal musicians who play better than the best human quartets, the kind of far away place where donkeys can talk, where dogs can play the kettle drum, where a cat's meow is a beautiful melody and where roosters crower relaxing tune. The whole village, it seemed, packed itself into the little dance all that night.

It was sure to be the most wondrous performance the hall had ever seen. There was a small wooden stage up front. Across the stage hung a heavy brocade curtain, somewhat faded with age, but sturdy nonetheless. Behind the curtain stood the donkey, the dog, the cat, and the rooster. As is common with animals who have unexpectedly find themselves together. These four musicians have no need for names. They addressed one another directly, as they were. Donkey, Dog, Cat and Rooster. you