Hey friends, it's mister jim Man. Welcome back to Kit Short Stories. If this is your first time, welcome to the family. We are the podcast that turns your ideas into an amazing adventure every single day. You know, we couldn't even exist without imaginations from kids just like you. So if you have an idea for a story, I'd love to see it. Check down in the show notes below for how you can submit your own story idea and maybe we'll turn it into an awesome adventure. And parents, if you're new to kids podcasting, I'm gonna challenge you to listen to podcasting for five days in a row with your kids. It's going to increase their imagination, decrease screen time, and we're gonna have a lot of fun along the way. Are you guys ready for today's adventure? Me too. Let's go. Time to go to Grandma's house. Go to Grandma's house, Poppy sang as she zipped up her overnight bag. She had all the essentials that you need for such an event as grandma's house. Bed sheets for blanket, fords check, flashlights for flashlight tag check and check. Oh, and cheese sticks in case they got hungry. You know Grandma would be there to pick Poppy up soon, so she headed outside to wait. Goodbye. I'm going to Grandma's. Pobby called out to all her toys that were staying behind. It was important that they knew her she was going, so they wouldn't worry, of course. Then she opened the front door and headed into the yard to practice cartwheels. She threw her hands up in the air and went from right side up to upside down and back again, whirled around her spinning with each cartwheel. Oh, she of the feeling of the wind through her hair as she was flying around. She also was watching the world above her go from skyblue to grass green when she realized something was missing. Hey, where are the neighbors' houses? Poppy noticed that besides the grass, there wasn't anything else she could see. The neighbors houses were pretty far away, but she still should be able to see them, at least, she thought. She walked to the side of her house and through the grass for a while. I should definitely be able to see them from here, she said to herself. Poppy was about to take another step when she looked down at the last minute and stumbled back onder the ground. Behind her, She shrieked the cliff. What is this doing here? Poppy crawled back towards the edge and looked over way far down below were her neighbors houses, along with the rest of the town. That her house was now raised up high into the sky and on top of a humongous mountain. Where did this mountain come from? How did my house get up here? Poppy shouted? What? The question she was most concerned about was, Oh, dear, how will I get to Grandma's house? It was way too far for Poppy to jump and too steep for her to climb. Poppy sat back and brainstorms some ideas to get her down the mountain so Grandma could pick her up. Huh, I don't have an airplane or really anything with wings. Hmm, what if I ask a friendly eagle to scoop me up with his talons and carry me down? Yeah? Poppy looked around for one, But you'n birds in the trees were tiny blue ones. Put a bunch of tiny blue birds carrying me down together. Poppy walked over to ask one, but it just chirped and flew away. With her first idea unsuccessful, Poppy began planning again. What if I tie the bed sheets for the blanket for together and use them like a rope to climb down. Poppy began nodding each one together. When she finished, she went over to the edge and hung them down. But they didn't even make it past the first cloud. Okay, time for plan. See, she said, I can't fly down or climb down on blanket ropes. Maybe I could sled down. She imagined herself, holding her bright red sled and taking a running start before leap onto it and whizzing down the very steep side of the mountain. She would need some controls so she could weave in and out of the boulders and any other obstacles in her path. Uh yeah, her Grandma would be waiting at the bottom, clapping and smiling at her arrival. This seemed like a great plan, but there was one important detail missing. Sleds need snow, and there was no snow. Think, Poppy think. She lied back down in the grass. She watched an ant disappear into its home underground. Under Ground, if I could dig a tunnel through down through the mountain, I could meet Grandma down at the bottom. Poppy imagined all the burrowing creatures she might meet as she dug. Maybe she would pass a friendly worm, or be invited for a lunch by a rabbit family. Hoppy imagined crunching carrots in the bunnies family's burrow, the walls lined with bunny family photos as they sat around the wooden table. Oh, but she needed to focus. Yes, digging seemed like the best option for now. Okay, I just need to find a big enough shovel. Hoppy made her way behind her house for leave to see the shed was still there and hadn't disappeared. Down the mountain. She squeezed past the lawnmower and rummaged through the gardening tools. Aha, here it is. Poppy held the shovel in front of her like a large trophy. Now it was time to dig. She walked around the grassy mountaintop looking for the best spot to get started. Not too close to the house or the shed, but not too close to the edge either. She decided that the middle of the front yard would be the best spot. Poppy stuck her shovel into the ground with all her might and grunted as she pulled out the first large chunk of grass and dirt, tossing it to the side. She got into a rhythm of scoop, dump, repeat, and was making excellent progress. As Poppy stood in the hole, now the ground was just past her knees. She had encountered several worms already, but none of them had responded to her friendly greetings of he or who are you enjoying this pleasant day, mister worm? They weren't very talkative. She wasn't sure if they weren't responding because they weren't misters, or maybe they just couldn't understand her. This is harder than I thought it would be, groaned Poppy as she scooped out another clump of dirt. The hole was almost deep, then she was tall when she heard something that made her stop. There was a low rumbling sound coming from down the road. Poppy stood on her tiptoes to see the ground above. When she saw Grandma's car pulling into her driveway Grandma, Poppy shouted, waving her arms, Grandma over here. Grandma made her way over and looked at Poppy shovel in hand, face and clothes smudged with dirt. What are you doing down there, Grandma asked, I was trying to dig a hole down the mountain. So I could get to you. I woke up and the house was on a mountain, and I looked up the edge and saw there was no way down. Wait, well a second, Grandma, how did you get here? The mountain is so steep? Grandma smiled and pointed down the road, the opposite direction from where Poppy had spent her morning. Well, the road, of course. Yes. Grandma helped Poppy get out of the hole, and together they gathered her things. She explained how the other side of the mountain isn't a steep cliff and really is quite lovely with all of its trees and animals. Ah, what a relief. Poppy hopped into her grandma's car and they took down the road down the other side of the mountain to Grandma's house. This may be the end of the story, but I think it's only just the beginning of the amazing adventures that lie ahead for Poppy at her grandma's house. We'll be right back after a brief word from our sponsor. Wow, looks like we're already back to the show. Great job, you listened all the way to the end, and you know what something is. Head's time for Kurd shout out I want to say hey to Ave from California, Lewis from Sydney, Australia from Tampa, Javier from Chicago, Hiera from Washington, Dylan from Toronto, oh and Eila from Oregon. I'm so glad that you're all in the Kitchen Stories family. We could not have this much fun with imagination without you, my friends. Well, you have a super duper day and I'll see you next time. Bye. We'll be right back. After a brief word from our sponsor,

Hey friends, it's mister jim Man. Welcome back to Kit Short Stories. If this is your first time, welcome to the family. We are the podcast that turns your ideas into an amazing adventure every single day. You know, we couldn't even exist without imaginations from kids just like you. So if you have an idea for a story, I'd love to see it. Check down in the show notes below for how you can submit your own story idea and maybe we'll turn it into an awesome adventure. And parents, if you're new to kids podcasting, I'm gonna challenge you to listen to podcasting for five days in a row with your kids. It's going to increase their imagination, decrease screen time, and we're gonna have a lot of fun along the way. Are you guys ready for today's adventure? Me too. Let's go. Time to go to Grandma's house. Go to Grandma's house, Poppy sang as she zipped up her overnight bag. She had all the essentials that you need for such an event as grandma's house. Bed sheets for blanket, fords check, flashlights for flashlight tag check and check. Oh, and cheese sticks in case they got hungry. You know Grandma would be there to pick Poppy up soon, so she headed outside to wait. Goodbye. I'm going to Grandma's. Pobby called out to all her toys that were staying behind. It was important that they knew her she was going, so they wouldn't worry, of course. Then she opened the front door and headed into the yard to practice cartwheels. She threw her hands up in the air and went from right side up to upside down and back again, whirled around her spinning with each cartwheel. Oh, she of the feeling of the wind through her hair as she was flying around. She also was watching the world above her go from skyblue to grass green when she realized something was missing. Hey, where are the neighbors' houses? Poppy noticed that besides the grass, there wasn't anything else she could see. The neighbors houses were pretty far away, but she still should be able to see them, at least, she thought. She walked to the side of her house and through the grass for a while. I should definitely be able to see them from here, she said to herself. Poppy was about to take another step when she looked down at the last minute and stumbled back onder the ground. Behind her, She shrieked the cliff. What is this doing here? Poppy crawled back towards the edge and looked over way far down below were her neighbors houses, along with the rest of the town. That her house was now raised up high into the sky and on top of a humongous mountain. Where did this mountain come from? How did my house get up here? Poppy shouted? What? The question she was most concerned about was, Oh, dear, how will I get to Grandma's house? It was way too far for Poppy to jump and too steep for her to climb. Poppy sat back and brainstorms some ideas to get her down the mountain so Grandma could pick her up. Huh, I don't have an airplane or really anything with wings. Hmm, what if I ask a friendly eagle to scoop me up with his talons and carry me down? Yeah? Poppy looked around for one, But you'n birds in the trees were tiny blue ones. Put a bunch of tiny blue birds carrying me down together. Poppy walked over to ask one, but it just chirped and flew away. With her first idea unsuccessful, Poppy began planning again. What if I tie the bed sheets for the blanket for together and use them like a rope to climb down. Poppy began nodding each one together. When she finished, she went over to the edge and hung them down. But they didn't even make it past the first cloud. Okay, time for plan. See, she said, I can't fly down or climb down on blanket ropes. Maybe I could sled down. She imagined herself, holding her bright red sled and taking a running start before leap onto it and whizzing down the very steep side of the mountain. She would need some controls so she could weave in and out of the boulders and any other obstacles in her path. Uh yeah, her Grandma would be waiting at the bottom, clapping and smiling at her arrival. This seemed like a great plan, but there was one important detail missing. Sleds need snow, and there was no snow. Think, Poppy think. She lied back down in the grass. She watched an ant disappear into its home underground. Under Ground, if I could dig a tunnel through down through the mountain, I could meet Grandma down at the bottom. Poppy imagined all the burrowing creatures she might meet as she dug. Maybe she would pass a friendly worm, or be invited for a lunch by a rabbit family. Hoppy imagined crunching carrots in the bunnies family's burrow, the walls lined with bunny family photos as they sat around the wooden table. Oh, but she needed to focus. Yes, digging seemed like the best option for now. Okay, I just need to find a big enough shovel. Hoppy made her way behind her house for leave to see the shed was still there and hadn't disappeared. Down the mountain. She squeezed past the lawnmower and rummaged through the gardening tools. Aha, here it is. Poppy held the shovel in front of her like a large trophy. Now it was time to dig. She walked around the grassy mountaintop looking for the best spot to get started. Not too close to the house or the shed, but not too close to the edge either. She decided that the middle of the front yard would be the best spot. Poppy stuck her shovel into the ground with all her might and grunted as she pulled out the first large chunk of grass and dirt, tossing it to the side. She got into a rhythm of scoop, dump, repeat, and was making excellent progress. As Poppy stood in the hole, now the ground was just past her knees. She had encountered several worms already, but none of them had responded to her friendly greetings of he or who are you enjoying this pleasant day, mister worm? They weren't very talkative. She wasn't sure if they weren't responding because they weren't misters, or maybe they just couldn't understand her. This is harder than I thought it would be, groaned Poppy as she scooped out another clump of dirt. The hole was almost deep, then she was tall when she heard something that made her stop. There was a low rumbling sound coming from down the road. Poppy stood on her tiptoes to see the ground above. When she saw Grandma's car pulling into her driveway Grandma, Poppy shouted, waving her arms, Grandma over here. Grandma made her way over and looked at Poppy shovel in hand, face and clothes smudged with dirt. What are you doing down there, Grandma asked, I was trying to dig a hole down the mountain. So I could get to you. I woke up and the house was on a mountain, and I looked up the edge and saw there was no way down. Wait, well a second, Grandma, how did you get here? The mountain is so steep? Grandma smiled and pointed down the road, the opposite direction from where Poppy had spent her morning. Well, the road, of course. Yes. Grandma helped Poppy get out of the hole, and together they gathered her things. She explained how the other side of the mountain isn't a steep cliff and really is quite lovely with all of its trees and animals. Ah, what a relief. Poppy hopped into her grandma's car and they took down the road down the other side of the mountain to Grandma's house. This may be the end of the story, but I think it's only just the beginning of the amazing adventures that lie ahead for Poppy at her grandma's house. We'll be right back after a brief word from our sponsor. Wow, looks like we're already back to the show. Great job, you listened all the way to the end, and you know what something is. Head's time for Kurd shout out I want to say hey to Ave from California, Lewis from Sydney, Australia from Tampa, Javier from Chicago, Hiera from Washington, Dylan from Toronto, oh and Eila from Oregon. I'm so glad that you're all in the Kitchen Stories family. We could not have this much fun with imagination without you, my friends. Well, you have a super duper day and I'll see you next time. Bye. We'll be right back. After a brief word from our sponsor,