When I was a kid, my Dad was always the one who told me Bedtime stories. Most of them were crazy, weird or something really stupid. And that's why he decided to read from a storybook.
Though, my Mom was the one who first told me Stories. I had books that were really weird. There was a comic named, "Angry Toddy Returns". So Toddy was a Teddy Bear in the story.
"Read me Angry Toddy..."
"C'mon. We have read it four times last week. And that's not a story for a six year old. There are many others. Let's see what you've got."
"If you don't read me Angry Toddy, I won't go to bed."
She narrated the story. But I always had the same question.
"Mom, why was Toddy angry?"
"No idea. Maybe, his Mom was irritated with him and punched him on the face!"
"Wow. Moms can be pretty scary at times..."
"The Moms in the Comics. Not the ones in houses."
"Anyways, enough of story reading, Good night!"
"Oh yeah. The book says Angry Toddy returns. So where was Toddy after the punching incident?"
"I am not sure. We've never got to that part and maybe, that's on the previous book. Please go to sleep."
"We better get that book and the third part. Maybe, Toddy punches his Mom and then kicks the earth into well... another Universe! And then he laughs loud so that everyone fears him. HA HA HA..."
My Room's door was already shut and the lights out. That was the last time my Mom read me a Bedtime story. She gave that job to my Dad. He was exited about it for the first few days. But then he realized the pain behind Storytelling.
Toddy had got a bit boring. My Dad didn't know why he was angry either. So we got another book. It was "Sniffy the Cow and CooCoo the Lion".
So, the story went on. My Dad had the same expression and reading a story meant he needed to use different voices to speak.
"Sniffy the Cow ran until he got to a Cave. Inside the cave was..."
"I know, another Cow."
"Inside the cave was a Caveman. The Caveman had long hair and ugly teeth and looked at Sniffy."
"Caves are for Cows. What was a Caveman doing inside?"
"I don't know. Anyways, The Caveman said, 'A cow at my Cave? What brings you here?' Sniffy took a deep breath and narrated his story about how he got chased by CooCoo and managed to reach the cave. 'Will you save me from that Demon?', asked Sniffy.
"CooCoo isn't a Demon, dad. He's a Lion. Though, he might have been a Demon sometime before but now he's a Lion. I would say, the Caveman is a Demon."
"Alright... The Caveman looked at the sad cow and took his sword. 'Don't worry. The Lion won't get to you.', he said."
"Dad. You aren't speaking like the Caveman..."
"Sorry. I'll do that the next time. The Caveman got ready with his sword when CooCoo arrived. 'Send the Cow out and you live', roared CooCoo. 'I am not scared of you Lion', the Caveman replied."
"You need to speak like the Lion. Roar a few times. And you again spoke like Sniffy and not the Caveman."
"Just listen to the story. The Caveman pulled out his sword and charged at the lion."
"Why doesn't the Lion want to charge, Dad? Now, the Caveman will manage to kill him and..."
"I don't know. So the Caveman runs towards the lion and..."
"And it was really late. CooCoo ate them both and he lived happily ever after. The End! Good night."
"Good Story, Dad. Thanks! I always love happy endings..."
The lights were already out and the door was shut. The questioning happened with every story. Even though my Dad hated his new job, he was forced to do it everyday for another year!