Bedtime Story App

A bedtime story app is a cozy way to bring story time into the quiet part of the day, especially when you want something gentle, colorful, and easy to revisit. This story follows Piper as she discovers a flock of rainbow chickens on Clover Brook Farm and learns how small moments of wonder can soften an entire afternoon.

If you are looking for app bedtime stories you can replay anytime, you can also create your own inside Sleepytale and turn your favorite scenes into a bedtime stories app experience with audio narration.

The Rainbow Chickens of Clover Brook

8 min 3 sec

Clover Brook Farm woke up slowly, the way a sleepy kitten stretches before opening its eyes.
Mist hugged the hills, and dew sat on the clover like tiny glass beads.
From the kitchen window, the first sunlight slipped across the yard in a pale ribbon of gold.

Piper stepped outside in her soft slippers and a sweater that still smelled like clean laundry.
She was the kind of kid who hummed without noticing she was doing it.
She hummed to weeds, to fence posts, to the wind, and sometimes to the moon.

The barnyard usually sounded the same each morning.
A quiet moo from the cows.
A sleepy quack from the pond.
A few gentle clucks from the coop.

But today, the coop sounded different.
Not louder, just brighter, like a secret smile hidden inside the air.

Piper tiptoed toward the little red chicken house, careful not to crunch the frosty grass too loudly.
When she reached the door, she paused and listened.
She heard soft trills that reminded her of tiny bells in a faraway shop.

Then the chickens came out.

First one, then two, then a whole little parade of them, stepping into the morning like they owned the sunshine.
Piper blinked and blinked again because something about them was completely new.

Their feathers were not plain brown or white.
They were coral, sky blue, lemon yellow, lilac, mint, and peach, all shimmering at once like bubbles in a sink.
When they moved, their colors shifted softly, as if the farm itself had learned a new kind of light.

Piper sank to her knees in the cool clover.
“Hello,” she whispered, as if she might startle the colors away.

The rainbow hens looked at her with calm, friendly eyes.
They did not rush.
They did not flap in fear.
They simply bobbed their heads like polite visitors arriving on time.

Piper reached into her pocket and found a handful of sunflower seeds she had saved from yesterday.
She held them out in her palm.
One hen stepped forward and pecked gently, leaving the faintest tickle on Piper’s skin.
Another followed, then another, until Piper’s hand felt like it was holding a tiny, careful party.

The air smelled sweet, like honeysuckle and warm bread from the farmhouse kitchen.
A lark called out three clean notes from somewhere above the orchard.
The rainbow hens fluttered their wings at the same moment, and a scatter of bright, colored droplets danced on the grass like tiny confetti.

Piper giggled, not loudly, just enough to let the morning know she was happy.
The colors around her seemed to soften, turning the whole yard into a gentle painting.
It felt like the farm had put on a cozy blanket made of sunlight.

“I will keep you safe,” Piper promised quietly.
The hens answered with soft coos, as if they agreed to the promise too.

After a while, the rainbow chickens wandered back toward the coop, scratching tiny patterns into the dirt.
Piper stood and brushed grass from her knees, still wondering if she had imagined it.

That was when she noticed the old stone well.

The well sat near the garden gate, its stones cool and smooth, its bucket rope creaky from years of work.
Piper leaned over and looked down into the water.

Her reflection stared back.
So did something else.

Above her hair, faint ribbons of color drifted like a quiet halo, barely there, almost shy.
Piper tilted her head left.
The ribbons tilted too.
She tilted right.
They followed again.

She reached up and touched her curls.
The colors sank into her hair like moonlight melting into clouds.

Piper smiled.
It felt like the rainbow hens had shared a little piece of their magic with her, something small enough to carry without noticing.

At breakfast, Mama set a bowl of oatmeal on the table and swirled in maple syrup until it made golden spirals.
Piper stirred slowly, watching the circles spread.
She thought about how the tiniest changes can make a whole morning feel new.

Outside, the rainbow chickens pecked in the yard, their feathers scattering tiny spots of color onto the porch steps.
Piper helped Mama hang laundry on the line, and the sheets lifted in the breeze like soft clouds.
The hens watched with interested eyes and made gentle humming clucks that sounded like a song with no hurry.

Piper decided to introduce them to someone else.
Not the whole town, not yet.
Just one friend.

She called for the barn cat, a shy gray cat who usually hid behind hay bales and only came out when everything was quiet.
The cat padded over, tail low, eyes bright with caution.

One rainbow hen stepped forward and dipped her head.
A single feather floated down, twisting slowly as it fell.
It landed right on the cat’s nose.

The cat froze, whiskers twitching.
Then, instead of sneezing, the cat began to purr.
Not a small purr either.
A deep, steady rumble that sounded like a soft drum wrapped in velvet.

Piper sat in the grass and the cat curled beside her.
The rainbow chickens gathered in a loose circle as if they were all sharing the same quiet idea.
Sunlight filtered through the apple tree leaves, turning the ground into a patchwork of green and gold.

Piper closed her eyes for a moment and listened.
A purr.
A gentle cluck.
Leaves whispering to each other.
Everything felt steady.

When she opened her eyes again, a butterfly had landed on her knee, wings the color of sunrise.
It stayed there long enough for Piper to take one slow breath and smile at it properly.
Then it lifted away, floating back into the air like a tiny note in a song.

The afternoon wandered by without rushing.
Piper helped in the garden, picking cherry tomatoes warm from the sun.
The rainbow chickens followed, pecking at bugs without harming a single leaf, like tiny helpful gardeners.
Piper offered a tomato to one hen, and the hen accepted it with a polite head bob and a tiny, satisfied sound.

Later, the sky began to soften into evening.
Mama rang the dinner bell, and the sound traveled across the yard like a gentle reminder.
Piper carried a basket of lettuce toward the porch, and behind her the rainbow chickens trailed in a slow, colorful line like a living ribbon.

Inside, candles flickered and made warm circles on the table.
They ate vegetable soup and fresh bread, and even the quiet parts of dinner felt nice, like pauses in a bedtime song.

After supper, Piper went back to the coop.
She wanted to say goodnight properly.

The rainbow hens hopped onto their perch one by one, colors dimming into soft pastels as their eyes grew heavy.
Piper hummed the lullaby her grandma used to sing, the one with the simple melody that always made the world feel friendlier.

Fireflies rose in the yard, blinking like tiny lanterns under the indigo sky.
The barn cat curled against Piper’s ankle, still purring as if it had discovered the best sound in the world.

Piper looked up at the stars and felt the whole day settle inside her like a string of glowing beads.
A morning surprise.
A quiet halo in the well.
A cat’s velvet purr.
A rainbow of chickens tucked safely into sleep.

“Goodnight,” Piper whispered, and the night seemed to whisper back.

When she finally tiptoed to the house, she carried the farm’s gentle color with her, even though her hands were empty.
And in her dreams, feathers drifted like painted snowflakes, spreading little wishes for peace across the world, one soft moment at a time.

Why this bedtime story helps

This bedtime story stays focused on small discoveries and gentle routines, which can be helpful when you want your mind to slow down instead of rev up. The scenes move from morning to evening with soft transitions, so it feels easy to follow without feeling intense.

The rainbow chickens add wonder without turning the story into a big problem to solve, and the ending returns to the familiar comfort of home and bedtime. That blend can make it a nice choice for kids who love quiet magic, and for grown ups who want a simple, peaceful story to play in a bedtime story app before sleep.

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Create Your Own Bedtime Stories App ✨

With Sleepytale, you can turn an idea like rainbow chickens into your own app bedtime stories, choosing the characters, the setting, and the mood you want. You can save your favorites, listen again later, and build a bedtime stories app routine that fits your family, whether you prefer quick stories, longer adventures, or calming audio bedtime stories to end the day.