One day, Indy's class were making animals out of beeswax.
The Terriers were making piranhas.
Bluey was making a whale.
Winton was... Achoo!
Agh! Booger!
Ew!
Well, Winton was Winton.
And Indi, the hero of this story, was making a horse.
She worked at it very hard.
First she made the horse's body, then its legs.
Then she made the tail.
And finally the head.
Horsey.
She was very pleased with it.
Hey, Bluey, look. Ooh, wow!
But there was a problem.
That's a great cow, Indy.
Cow?
Indy's horse looked like a cow.
Nice cow, Indy.
It's not a cow. It's a horse.
No, that's a cow.
Winton...
Yes? Agh!
Winton!
Winton, why can't you just be good?
'Cause I'm not good.
Indy was very upset.
She was so upset,
when her teacher came to see if she was alright,
Indy said...
I don't want to make animals out of beeswax ever again.
Oh, goodness me. Tell me why, Indy?
Because my horse looks like a cow.
And why do you think that is?
Because...
And then Indy said something very sad.
I'm not very good.
Plop!
So rather than work at it,
Indy never made anything out of beeswax ever again.
What? Why?
Because she told herself she wasn't very good.
Oh, yeah, I did.
And it's true. I'm not.
The end.
I don't like that story, Calypso.
Me neither. But it's your story.
I liked how I was in it.
I don't like how Indy gives up.
Well, why don't you tell a different story?
Yeah, and make me really muscly. Please?
Uh... OK.
Boop!
This episode of Bluey is called Stories.
Once upon a time, there was a kid called Indy
who thought she was no good at anything.
I'm not very good at anything.
But then Winton came in.
Plop!
But now Winton could be a pickle sometimes,
but he had a very kind heart.
He said to Indy...
You are good at things, Indy, really,
I'm not. Look. My horse looks like a cow.
Moo! Winton!
Sorry. Well, I still say you're good at things.
Was Indy going to believe Winton?
Yes. Hooray!
Can you help me, Winton? OK.
I told you Winton had a kind heart.
So Winton and Indy tried to figure out
what was wrong with Cow-Horse.
Is it the colour? Uh, I don't think so.
I know we should find a picture of a cow and look at it.
Oh, yeah.
B-zeet. Bzzz.
Oh, I'm locking this story. Me too.
Cinderella, no. Three little pigs...
Oh, Winton! Old MacDonald!
He's got a cow, doesn't he? Let me check.
# Old MacDonald had a farm
# E-I-E-I-O
# And on that farm, he had a... #
Cow! Yes!
# E-I-E-I-O. #
Hmm. They definitely look the same as each other.
Hang on. We already knew that.
Oh, yeah.
We need to know what a horse looks like.
See if Old MacDonald had a horse.
Chicken, duck, pig.
Oh, no horse. Ohh.
That's very strange. Winton...
Why wouldn't Old MacDonald have a horse?
Winton... Maybe it ran away.
Winton! Yes?
Why don't I just say my horse IS a cow?
But it's not a cow. It's a horse.
I know, but it's not a very good horse,
but it is a pretty good cow.
As well as having a kind heart and being really muscly,
Winton was as honest as they come.
No, Indy, it's a horse.
Well, it will be.
We just have to work at it.
But we don't have a picture of a horse.
No, but I've got a better idea. Come on.
Oh, by the way, Winton could also transform into a car.
They asked Calypso if they could go see Major Tom,
the horse who lived next door.
Hold up your cow-horse, Indy.
OK.
Suddenly it was all so clear.
It's the neck. It's the neck. It's too short!
Horses have long necks.
We sure do.
Hooray! Thanks, Major Tom.
No worries.
And, Winton, old MacDonald does have a horse,
but she was on holiday when they wrote the book.
Oh.
Now they were ready to fix cow-horse.
Rolling beeswax is easy with these big muscles.
Thanks, Winton.
Bye-bye, cow.
And hello, horse!
Hooray!
Nice giraffe.
Oh, no!
We turned cow-horse into a giraffe-horse.
I'm sorry. It's my fault.
I'm just not very good.
Wah!
Indy was back where she started.
But what story was she going to tell herself this time?
# Old MacDonald had a farm
# E-I-E-I-O
# And on the farm, he had a...
- Giraffe-horse! - # E-I-E-I-O
# With a... # Um...
# Quack-quack here and a quack-quack there... #
OK, OK. THEN what happened?
So they worked at it some more.
We just made the neck too long.
There.
Horse!
Yeah!
Ah!
Thanks for your help, Winton. That's OK.
I told you you were good.
I think you're good, too.
Oh, that's nice.
What should we call him?
Major Tom?
Hi, Major Tom.
Yeah, Major Tom.
And they both lived happily ever after.
The end.
Much better.
Plop!