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Honza and Dash: In the City of the Big Castle
Honza and Dash: In the City of the Big Castle

Season 1, Episode 3 · 2 years ago

03 - A Leaky Day

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Honza added a small bag of nuts to his pack, slung it over his shoulder and went to meet Dash at her house to leave for their hike. However, when he opened his front door, he discovered a large pool of water had collected on the floor. Next, he found the source of the water...

A story moment with Hansa and Dash in the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story momentcom season one, episode three. A leaky day. There is a tower just off of Old Town Square in the city of the big castle. On every side is a clock face, but the western side is the largest and though it can't be seen from the ground, if you look carefully above the eleventh hour there is a little window. This is Hans's window. His curtains are open today. There must be adventure. Hansa added a small bag of nuts to his pack, slung it over his shoulder and went to meet dash at her house to leave for their hike. However, when he opened his front door, he discovered a large pool of water had collected on the floor. Next he found the source of the water. Dash stood there, soaked from head to tail. Dash removed her red sash, squeezed the water from it and used it to dry her face. We'll have to hike the woods another day, Hansa, she said. I can see that. He replied, and then invited her in. While Hansa prepared a spot of tea, dash sat at the kitchen table with a towel spread...

...beneath her chair to catch the drips before they reached the floor. Why were you outside if it's raining so hard, Hans asked. Well, Dad was showing me the best way for us to get to the woods. He's up in the Bell Tower to day fixing some boards. He took me up to the roof to point out the root we should take. Didn't you know it was going to start raining? My whiskers always tingle and my first stands on end right before downpour. Oh, I could tell. So could dad too. He took shelter and flickr's coupe when the first drops fell, and I almost made it in. Almost. Huh, mum. Mum, you waited till it started raining, didn't you? Oh maybe, she said. Dashes mischievous smile gave her away. Unlike most, my ice light water and Hans and knew that if she was soaking wet as she was, it was because she wanted to be. Hansa replaced the now drenched towel beneath with a fresh one. I tried convincing him we could still hike in the rain, but dad insists that we stay inside. I'm sorry, Hansa, I know you've been looking forward to getting out of the city for the day. Hansa dropped his voice and stretched his words out as long as possible, trying to sound very disappointed. That's all right. Despite being a field mouse who was well used to getting caught out in a summer storm, Hansa did not like getting wet. Getting into the countryside had been on his mind for weeks now, but he was not sad to miss out on the rain. Ran Back to her house to change out of her wet clothes, while Hansa got a small...

...fire started in the wood stove in the corner. The wind and rain continued to pound. The two young mice contented themselves to spend the day playing games, reading books and watching the down board outside his little window. It is universally accepted that mice know the best best games. Hansa taught a few card games he'd learned growing up. He won speed card twice and once, and Dash beat him at Slat Jack three times in a row before Hansa suggested they switched to reading. Lay on her back on Hansa's bed, with her feet high up on the wall, and used her tail to turn the pages. Soon she was whisked away to a distant land where she wore a detectives hat and solved spooky mysteries. Detective Lewis Stories were her favorites. Hansa, on the other hand, chose a classic story. With his grandfather. He had read a country mouse his tail dozens of times. He sat sideways in his favorite reading chair with his legs resting over one arm and his tail hanging over the other. He loved the part where country mouse floats down the river on a piece of dried up driftwood. To Hansa, country mouse stories were like a manual for life. Just as he turned the page to his favorite part, a drop of water splashed on top of him. Hansa scrunched up his forehead and scanned the boards above him, looking for the source, but there was nothing. He reopened his book and started again. SPASH. Another drop splashed him right across the face, then another, then another. The drops...

...were getting bigger and bigger. Hansa jumped from his reading chair and stood back with his hands on his hips. Da looked up from her book. It wasn't difficult now, as the steady stream of droplets were flowing through a tiny hole. A small puddle was forming on the chair. Das Ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest bowl she could find. She set it under the Stream, while Hansa scurried up the back of his chair and teetered on one foot as he stretched up to stop the leak with his finger. What do you think, asked Dash, we could patch this up with some chewing gum. Hansa answered, there are a couple small pieces in that tin next to the sink. He pointed his outstretched tail towards the kitchen. Dah found the tin, popped a piece in her mouth and chewed as fast as she could. She then stretched it out of her mouth and flattened it with her fingers. She climbed onto the chair cushion and stood on the tips of her toes, holding it above her head. Hansa grabbed the gum with his tail and held it up to the hole and used his fingers to press down the edges to seal it. That should do it, he said with a grin, water dripping from his whiskers. He hopped down from the chair and examined his work. The leak had stopped. Dash handed him a small yellow towel she'd found. I feel like I've been floating down the river with country mouse, he said. The leak dealt with, the two mice resumed their reading. Dash took up her spot on the bed, while Hansa stretched out in front of the wood stove to dry out. He propped his head up with a pillow and began reading again. Country Mouse climbed aboard the driftwood boat and used...

...a small branch to push himself off into the stream. He could soon. Dash yelled out Hansa the gum. Both mice leaped towards the chair. A giant pink bubble was forming beneath the leak. It was filling with water. Just as dash got to the top and reached up, the bubble exploded. It sprayed water over everything in the room, soaking Hansa and Dash. Water gushed out of the hole. Dash shoved the gum back into the hole and stood there holding in place. Where is the water coming from, Yelled Hanza over the rushing sound of water. I don't know, but I think we may it worse. We need help. I'll hold this here, you run and get my dad. Hansa didn't wait for more instructions. He moved as quickly as his legs would carry him. If he didn't get help fast, his whole home would be ruined in a flood. He first ran to dash his home. Her little brother, Martin, opened the door. Martin, is Mr Short tail here? NOPE, but mom is, said the little boy. Tell her that needs her help. She's at my house. He ran back through the passageway. That morning had said her dad was fixing some boards on the Bell Tower Roof. Hansa shot up the ladder, taking the rungs two at a time. When he got to the top, there was no one there. Think, said Hans it to himself. Think, what came a voice behind him. It was flicker. Think, think, think, is that all you mice do? You should try playing sometimes. It's much more fun than thinking. Yes, Hansa thought to himself. Mr Short...

...tail was taking shell through flick her flickr. Is Mr Short tail still with you? Flicker held his mouth open in surprise. Wow, that's some good thinking, is he Hans asked again. Flicker lifted his wings and looked beneath. NOPE, he's not under that there. Huh. Do you know where he is? He's at my house. He fell asleep as I was telling him my best squirrel story. That mouse can sleep through anything. Do you know the one about crooked mcnutton? Sorry, you'll have to tell me later. He quickly told the bird his situation. Well, we better get to him then. No wonder you have no time for mcnutton. You can't mess with leaks. My mother had a leak once. It ruined her singing voice for life. Mr Short tail was laying across a bed of Straw snoring. Hansa bent down and shook him gently. Mr Short tail, what? WHO's that? Hansa asked the mouse. Yes, it looks like you've been outside to did it tell you that? I didn't think it a good idea to go out today. By the look of you, it's raining too hard to be outside. It's raining inside now. The rain is pouring through my ceiling and and Hansa stopped to catch his breath. And if you don't come with me right away, I'm not going to have much of a home left. Mr Short tail dropped his hammer into his tool belt, grabbed his jacket and quickly followed Hansa down the ladder. When they reached Hans's house, Mrs Short tail was standing on a kitchen stool stacked on a chair with on the back of the reading chair, both trying their best to keep another gum bubble from bursting. Mr Short tail jumped into action. We need to find where the...

...water is coming in from so we can stop it at its source. Follow me, Hansa. The ladies can only hold the leak back a little longer. We'd better hurry. Hansa followed Mr Short tail back into the main passageway. Many mice were now standing outside their homes whispering about what might be happening. Mr Short tail stopped to talk to an older white mouse with a purple shawl on her shoulders. It was Mrs Maizie, the old widow mouse who shared a common wall with Hansa's home. Maggie, Hansa sealing US sprung a leak. Can we go out through your kitchen window? I think we might be able to see where the water is coming from. Of course, of course, Jasper, just be careful on the ledge, miss maisie replied. Mr Short tail flew through Mrs Maisie's open door and headed straight for her kitchen. Hansa had only been in her kitchen once before, when she invited him over for tea soon after he arrived at the tower. Miss Maisie had helped him find curtains for his windows and a cover for his bed. She often brought chocolate sweets and tasty loaves of bread over for Hansa. Mr Short tail climbed onto her onuntertop and through the window above her sink. He was careful not to knock over any of her fine dishes and teapots with his tail. Just outside the window was a small ledge formed from a brick in the tower wall that was pushed out ever so slightly. It was common for the tower mice to adjust bricks in the walls of their homes to create lodges or shelves, to have some place to put small plants and such. Hansa stood on the kitchen counter and held tight to the windows frame with one arm while gripping tightly to Mr Short tail's tail with the other. The rain beat hard against the open window panes. Hansa's sleeve was drenched, as was Mr Short tails...

...entire body. I found it called Mr Short tail the Hansa. There's a board stuck between two bricks just above your house. It looks like one of the boards you and dash broke last week, the ones I was up fixing today. It must have gone wedge there when it fell. Rain drops are falling on it and flowing into the space above your ceiling. Are you able to reach it? I don't think so. Mr Short tail reached up as far as he could. He was just too short. He turned towards Hansa and tried his tail still too short. I can't get it. Hansa pulled him in through the window. Missus Masie had joined them in the meantime. You know, Miss maisie began. Hansa is much taller than you, Jasper. Mister shorttail's ears perked up straight. He is. You're at least a head taller than me, two heads, Miss maisie corrected. Yes, yes, much taller. If I held you tight, do you think you could reach and Jiggle the board out from between those bricks? Hansa was sure that he could. He was known for his climbing skills, but the thought of hanging outside the clock tower, high above the ground, shook his nerves. He took in a deep breath and pushed his feelings aside. I think I could. Hansa and Mister shorttail returned to the kitchen counter. MISSUS Masie held on to Mister shortail's legs for extra support. The rain whipped Hans in the face as he edged out the window on to the Ledge. It was coming down fierce o came mister shorttail. Hansa stretched out on to the tips of his toes. He could almost reach it. I'm going to try something, Hansy yelled out. He turned towards Mister shorttail, pushed both of his feet...

...hard into the window's frame and climbed a little higher. He stretched his tail up and could just wrap it around the board. I've got it O K now, just wriggle it back and forth until it comes loose. Hansa did just as Mister shorttail instructed. He rocked the board back and forth. With each turn it came slightly looser and till finally they broke free. Hansa stepped down from the frame on to the Ledge, holding the board tightly in his tail. Mister shortail helped him back through the window and gave him an approving nod. When the three mice returned to Hans's home, they found missus short tail and dash soaked through the fur to the bone, trying their best to keep the leak contained. Smaller Leagues had sprung around the original hole. Every free finger, toe or tail was plugging as many holes as possible. We stopped the floe, Mister shortail told his wife. Oh, well done, sweetheart. Now what do we do about the water still here? Wait here, Mister shorttail answered, churning and running back into the passageway. A few moments later he returned, holding a plastic straw above his head. This should work. I saw it and flicker's coop. That bird keeps everything he finds. Carefully. Positioning the Straw just below the original hole, Mister shorttail stuck the other end out Hans's now open window. All right, dash on, three, I want you to hop down and let go of the gum. I'll push this into the hole and will drain the water straight outside. Genius, Miss Short tail exclaimed. blushing. Mr Short tail called out one, two, three, let go of the gum and jump down from the chair. Mr Short tail did just as he had said, and soon the water...

...was flowing through the Straw and out the window. With all the help, it didn't take long to mop up the water in Hans's house. Mrs Maizie came with biscuits and tea when the clean up ended. Thank you for all your help. You saved my home, Hansa said. Mr Short tail promised to return the following day to patch up the space between the bricks and rebuild Hans a ceiling with fresh boards. Just as D was about to leave, she turned to Hansa with the same mischievous grin from the morning. It's too bad we couldn't have had an adventure today. Remember, with each episode you did booth the Audio Ain't the EAP. Put them on all your devices and choose unit series at story Momentcom we hope you enjoyed Hans and in the Shay of the Big Castle, I've write to done in sixteen.

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