Every evening, when it was time for Bi Bi to go to bed and prepare for sleep, the Storyteller God would fly over to share a few tales with Bi Bi. Today, as always, Mr. Than the Storyteller flew over and joyfully attempted to recount a story, only to find that Bi Bi was engrossed in watching cartoons, as he typically did.

Mr. Than began the story of transforming into a grandfather and said to Bi Bi:

Sweetheart, come here, let me tell you a story! Let me finish watching the movie, sir! So, you're not interested in hearing stories today? Well, I'll wait then.

After a brief pause, another movie began playing on TV. However, it was an engaging movie – The Princess with Long Hair. Bi Bi expressed:

Let me finish watching, sir! Very well, I won't tell any more stories then. It's disheartening; it seems Bi Bi isn't in the mood for me today! – Mr. Than shared his disappointment with Grandfather.

Grandfather responded:

No, he still cares about you, sir! No, he's just preoccupied with the movie and doesn't want to listen to stories. Perhaps, because today's movie is quite lengthy. I'll finish watching it... or should you wait a bit longer...

Subsequently, Storyteller Than waited patiently. However, Bi Bi remained engrossed in the movie, paying no heed to Grandpa or Storyteller Than. Even after the movie ended, Bi Bi was contemplating modeling clay, inspired by the beautiful long-haired princess – she wanted to shape her hair!

After a prolonged wait, Bi Bi showed no signs of heading to bed. Mr. Than, frustrated, shared the story with Grandfather and asked:

Why don't you scold me when Bi Bi doesn't listen? Well, because I love him, I choose not to scold him. I love you, I love you, but discipline is necessary. If you indulge too much, it might lead to neglect! Yes, yes, I'll be stricter next time, but this time, I'll wait a little longer!

Continuing to wait, Mr. Than, startled by the sound of the door closing, shared the story and exclaimed:

Alright, it's time for the Sleep God to come and put him to sleep! I have to go! Well, there you have it! I apologize, sir! Please don't be disheartened!

With a somber expression, Mr. Than bid farewell to Grandfather and flew to another house. Unfortunately, that house was closed! It turned out that a child in that house was engrossed in video games and paid no attention to story offerings, thus not opening the door for the Storyteller God. After wandering for a while, Mr. Than flew away, pondering to himself: "Alright, let's visit another girl's house!". Upon arrival, he found the door wide open, seemingly awaiting a visitor. However, the child was already fast asleep, and only the parents were awake! Mr. Than shared with the little girl's mother:

Uncle, didn't the little girl hear the story? Yes! She loves hearing stories, kept waiting, but eventually fell asleep as she has to wake up early for school tomorrow! How unfortunate! I kept waiting for Bi Bi, then went to another house, and that's why I'm so disheartened! Is that so? It must be frustrating for you. Allow me to wake you up so you can share the story. Well, if you wake me up like that, I'll be miserable. Please don't call me again.

Upon hearing a clicking sound, Mr. Than realized Mrs. Than was asleep and angry for disturbing the child's sleep. He remarked:

Oh, I'm frightened; should I pour boiling water? Why is she so strict? No, she's not strict; she's disciplined. If you adhere to the schedule, she won't resort to pouring boiling water. Alright, I'm leaving!

Mr. Than continued the story and flew into the street, beginning to wander. Suddenly, he heard barking – woof woof woof woof. A large black dog with sharp teeth was chasing him: "Who let you roam around like this?". Mr. Than quickly descended, fearing the dog might jump and bite him. He explained:

Oh my God, today I came to tell a story, but no one listened, so I ended up wandering.

The dog, intrigued, responded:

Is that true, or are you pretending? Thieves often pretend to enter and steal! No, I'm the God of Storytelling... Oh, really! Nowadays, there's television, DVD players, so many things for children to watch, and I'm being ignored like this... Well, enough complaining! I'm scared of those sharp teeth. I won't bite... woof woof woof... Hey, stop barking; it's frightening. Those sharp teeth... Woof woof... Quit trembling; I'm scared... I didn't bite; my teeth were just itching as I chewed. Now, you have to stay here and tell me a story; I'm not sleepy anymore! That's alright!

The dog settled in a corner of the alley. Since Mr. Than had no one to transform into for storytelling, he retained his original form and began the story:

Let me tell you the story of Bi Bi's golden child!

The dog shook his head:

I don't like the story of the Golden child. I prefer the story of the Squid. My name is Muc. Well, I also know a dog named Squid whose tail was cut off and then regrew! Oh, me too; I lost my tail and then grew a new one! Why? I was running around on the street and got hit by a car, my tail was cut off, and I almost died! Well, that's quite a tale! The Squid I know lost its tail while hunting mice! Do dogs hunt mice? Dogs should catch thieves to be heroic! But come on, tell the story!

Uncle Squid lay half-asleep, listening intently as Mr. Than narrated the story of the Squid that caught a mouse, had its tail clipped by a bamboo tree, and was healed by Grandpa, eventually regrowing its tail. After listening, Muc Ta had tears in his eyes and said:

Grandpa, I really enjoy listening to stories. Please come and tell me stories sometime! Wow, now you're calling me grandpa and considering me your grandchild! Yes, I am also a child; I love you very much! Woof woof... Hey, don't show your teeth; don't growl anymore... No, I didn't bite; that was a dog's laugh... Woof... Oh, don't worry... Alright, it's late; let's go back to sleep. Fortunately, Muc is here, so I can share stories. Squid listened so attentively! Next time, come and tell Muc the story!