Milo's Magical Bone

Milo's Magical Bone

by

Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about Big feelings

for your Preschooler

Preschooler Big feelings

Make this story your own!

Remix Story
Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, curled up happily on a soft blue rug, hugging a smooth, cream-colored bone with a big knobby end on each side. In the background, a cozy living room with warm golden light and a window showing a sunny backyard with one big oak tree.

Milo was a sleepy little dog who lived in a cozy little house. He loved warm toast mornings. He loved his soft blue rug. But most of all, Milo loved his bone.

A smooth, cream-colored bone with a big knobby end on each side, resting on a small red dog bed with a cozy checkered blanket. In the background, a warm kitchen with a window letting in morning sunlight.

That bone was his favorite thing in the whole world. He carried it to breakfast. He carried it outside. He even carried it to bed. "My bone, my bone, my very best bone," Milo sang every day.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, sitting under a big oak tree staring down at two broken halves of a smooth, cream-colored bone with knobby ends, his mouth open in shock. In the background, a sunny backyard with green grass and the cozy little house.

One sunny morning, Milo took his bone outside to chew under the big oak tree. He chewed and chewed. CRACK! Oh no. The bone broke. It snapped right in two.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, sitting on green grass with big shiny tears rolling down his fuzzy brown cheeks, his ears drooping even lower than usual. In the background, the big oak tree with dark swirly clouds gathering in the sky above.

Milo's tummy got tight. His eyes got hot. Big, wet tears rolled down his fuzzy cheeks. The sadness felt huge — like a storm inside his belly. Boom, boom, boom.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, hiding under a cozy checkered blanket on a soft blue rug, only his sad brown eyes and nose peeking out. In the background, the cozy living room with soft golden light from the window.

Milo ran inside. He crawled under his blanket on the soft blue rug. "Go away, big feeling!" he said. He hid and hid. But the stormy feeling did not go away.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, growling from under a cozy checkered blanket on the soft blue rug, his little teeth showing. In the background, the cozy living room with a tall bookshelf and the warm kitchen doorway.

Mama Dog came to say hello. "Grrrrr!" Milo growled. "Leave me alone!" Mama Dog did not leave. She sat down right beside the blanket. She waited. She was quiet and warm.

Two cream-colored bone halves, broken and jagged in the middle, lying on the green grass near the roots of the big oak tree, with a few fallen leaves around them. In the background, the sunny backyard with dappled light through oak leaves.

"You look like you have a big feeling inside," Mama Dog said softly. "Can you tell me what it feels like?" Milo sniffled. "My tummy is tight. My eyes are hot. Everything feels loud and stormy."

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, peeking out from under the cozy checkered blanket on the soft blue rug, his wet brown eyes wide and hopeful. In the background, warm golden sunlight streaming through the living room window.

"That sounds like sadness," said Mama Dog. "Sadness is a real feeling. It is okay to feel it. You do not have to push it away." Milo peeked out from the blanket. "It is okay?"

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, sitting up on the soft blue rug with his eyes gently closed and his little chest puffed out, taking a big slow breath. In the background, the warm kitchen doorway with the smell of toast suggested by a tiny wisp of steam.

"Yes," said Mama Dog. "Let's try something together. Breathe in slow, like you are smelling warm toast." Milo breathed in. Sniiiiiff. "Now breathe out slow, like you are blowing a dandelion." Milo breathed out. Whoooosh.

A soft blue rug with the cozy checkered blanket draped gently to one side, and a tiny dandelion puff sitting on the rug, some of its white seeds floating softly in the air. In the background, the cozy living room bathed in gentle late-afternoon golden light.

They breathed in together. Sniiiiiff. They breathed out together. Whoooosh. Again. And again. The storm inside Milo got a little smaller. It did not go all the way away. But it felt gentler now, like soft rain instead of loud thunder.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, curled up on the soft blue rug with a small peaceful smile, a tiny tear still on his cheek, tucked warmly under the cozy checkered blanket. In the background, a nighttime window showing a dark blue sky with soft twinkling stars and the silhouette of the big oak tree.

At bedtime, Milo curled up on his soft blue rug. He still felt a little sad. "Mama, the sadness is still here," he whispered. "I know," said Mama Dog. "You can feel sad and feel loved at the very same time." She nuzzled him close. And he knew it was true.

Milo, a sleepy small brown dog with floppy ears and droopy eyes, fast asleep on the soft blue rug under the cozy checkered blanket, moonlight falling gently across his peaceful face. In the background, a dark cozy living room lit only by silver moonlight through the window, the big oak tree silhouetted against a starry night sky.

The moon shone through the window. The birds were quiet now. Milo closed his sleepy eyes. Tomorrow was a new day. Maybe he would find a new bone to love. Maybe the sadness would feel even smaller. He did not know yet. But he knew he would not carry it alone.

Browse More Stories

from the Fable Public Library

Preschooler Big feelings