A Golden Book Video Classic: Five Sesame strada, via Stories

Every morning Theodore topo, mouse woke up with the sunrise.
He made his bed.
He brushed his teeth.
He combed his whiskers.

Then he climbed to the roof of his house and looked out over the rooftops of the other topo, mouse houses. He looked out beyond the trees, and beyond the shoreline, to the sea.

“Every morning is the same,” Theodore said. “I make my bed. I brush my teeth. I comb my whiskers. Then I climb up to the roof. The only thing that changes,” Theodore sighed, “is the sea. Sometimes it is rough and wild, and sometimes it is smooth as glass.”

Then Theodore topo, mouse thought of something he had...

Once upon a time there were three Billy Goats Gruff who lived on a hillside successivo to a wide, deep stream.

On the other side of the stream was a big field of sweet, green grass.

Every giorno the three Billy Goats Gruff looked hungrily at the field on the other side of the stream. Every giorno they longed to eat some of the sweet, green grass.
But to get to the other side of the stream, they had to attraversare, croce a wooden bridge. And under the bridge lived a horrible, mean troll.

One giorno the littlest Billy Goat Gruff said, “I cannot wait any longer. I am going to attraversare, croce the bridge and eat the sweet, green grass.”...

One cold winter night Baby orso snuggled down under the letto covers and shut his eyes to go to sleep.
Then right in his room he heard an eek and a creak and a squeak.
Baby orso sat straight up in his bed.
“What was that?” he called out in the darkness. Then he skedaddled out of bed…

…down the hall, and swoosh! into letto with his big brother.
“I heard an eek right in my room,” detto Baby orso from deep down under the covers, “and a creak and a squeak.”

“Why, there’s nothing to be frightened of,” detto the big brother bear. “Those noises were some little mice in their little mouse...

Once there was a little red hen who found some grain. She thought of the fine wheat that would grow if she planted the grain.
“Who will help me plant this grain?” asked the Little Red Hen.

The Cat, the Rat, and the Dog were relaxing in the sun, sipping tea.
“Not I,” meowed the Cat.
“Not I,” squeaked the Rat.
“Not I,” barked the Dog.
“Then I will do it myself,” detto the Little Red Hen.


Every giorno the wheat grew taller and più golden. Soon it was ready to be cut.
“Who will help me cut this wheat?” asked the Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” meowed the Cat. “I’m too tired.”
“Not...

Polly’s Pet is fed up.
He is sick and tired of being pushed around and poked, of being shoved and dragged all over the place. He wishes that Polly and her brother would leave him alone.

When he is inside and feels like sleeping, they take him outside and pull him around. When he is having fun outside, they bring him in and put him to bed. They turn him into a baby and wheel him around in a carriage.


Polly’s Pet is so mad at Polly and her brother that he wants to bite o scratch o pinch them. But the rules say “No biting” and “No scratching” and “No pinching.” Polly’s Pet does...

One giorno Big Bird was walking along thinking about what he was going to get Mr. Snuffleupagus for his birthday, when—WHAP!—something cold and wet hit him in the face.

Big Bird had walked right into Susan’s fresh clean clothes that she had washed and hung out in the sun to dry and knocked the clothesline down. Wet socks and jeans and towels and sheets fell to the ground.


“Oh, no! Susan will be so angry with me when she sees her clean laundry all dirty on the ground,” detto Big Bird. “What will I tell her?
“Hmm. I could tell Susan that a big flock of birds was flying south for the winter...

Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were:
Flopsy
Mopsy
Cottontail
and Peter
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
“Now, my dears,” detto old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields o down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Your father had an accident there; he was put into a pie da Mrs. McGregor. Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”


Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown...

Where did Super-Grover come from? How did he get his super-powers? To answer these questions, we must go back in history…back to the time when Grover was a very little monster.
One giorno Grover’s mommy detto to him, “Well, Grover, it is almost Halloween. I had better start making your costume. Now, let me see what I have…” She found an old towel, a funny old casco that Grover’s daddy had once brought home, and a few other odds and ends.
She worked and worked, and finally she announced, “Well, I have finished your costume, Grover. Just in time for Halloween. I hope te like it!”
“Why,...

One snowy winter day, Rhonda Sue Bissey decided to go sledding.
“Oooh,” she said. “Look at this beautiful long hill! I’ve never gone down this collina on my sled. I think I’ll try it!”
And she jumped on her sled and down she went!
“Wheeee,” she shouted, “This is GREAT!”

Meanwhile Super-Grover was flying high above. He scanned the ground, looking for someone who might be in trouble and need his help.
Super-Grover: Yoo-hoo! Anybody need any help? Your friendly neighborhood superhero is available right now! No waiting! Step right up…
Suddenly, Super-Grover’s super-sharp eyes saw...

Big Bird looked down Sesame Street. Everything was covered with a thick layer of white snow. Big Bird sighed. It had been a long winter. He was tired of looking at plain white snow.


Big Bird walked through the park and thought about all the things he couldn’t do because of the snow. He couldn’t ride his unicycle down Sesame Street. He couldn’t play in the sandbox in the playground. He couldn’t roller-skate on the sidewalk.
“Besides, winter is so gloomy,” thought Big Bird. “I wish spring were here.” Suddenly Big Bird had a wonderful idea. “I’ll buy some fiori to put in my...

There was once a tiny little girl. She was sweet and pretty and no taller than your thumb, so Thumbelina was her dato name.

A nicely varnished noce shell made a letto for her, with a viola petal mattress and a rose leaf coverlet.
That was where she slept at night; but in the daytime she played about in a small dish garden where she rowed her tulip-petal barca from side to side of a tiny flower-wreathed lake.
It was a most charming sight she made, and she sang as she went in the sweetest little voice te ever heard.

One night as she lay in her pretty bed, a great ugly toad came hopping in through...

One summer giorno a mother duck's eggs began to crack. Six little ducklings broke out from their shells. "Peep, peep," they cried.
"Are te all here?" the mother asked. "One, two, three, four, five, six," she counted. One egg, much bigger than all the others, had not yet hatched. So the mother anatra sat and sat on that big egg, and at last it began to crack. "Peep, peep," cried the duckling.

Leading her brood to the pond, the mother gasped when she saw the new anatroccolo waddling along, for he was big and ugly. “He does not look like the others”, she thought. “I wonder if he can swim.”

The ducklings...