Once upon a time there was a young prince named Jeffrey who at the age of three was given a wonderful gift – a big bed just for him. But Prince Jeffrey wasn’t interested in sleeping in the new bed, he wanted to sleep with the King and Queen. He would play in his room next to the bed building castles and fighting wars with his toys, but he would not sleep in the new bed.
The bed became *very* sad. It knew that it belonged to someone special, but it was not allowed to keep him warm and safe at night. While the prince slept elsewhere the poor bed would weep and tell the toys how sad it was. “I wish the prince would spend the night here. I wish that he would love me as much as he loves all of you.”
One night while the prince was playing, it grew late and the prince fell asleep on the floor with his toys. He did not feel the arms gently placing him into his bed. When he awoke in the morning, he was all warm and snugly and didn’t want to leave his bed. His bed was very happy to finally prove to the prince just how wonderful a bed it was.
Author’s note: This was a story that I made up to convince my son to sleep in his own bed. It is written to the best of my recollection and probably only bears slight resemblance to the versions he heard twenty years ago. It had a tendency to change a little each night that it was told as it was never written down until now.