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

...beneath her chair to catch the dripsbefore 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 usto get to the woods. He's up in the Bell Tower to day fixingsome boards. He took me up to the roof to point out the rootwe should take. Didn't you know it was going to start raining? Mywhiskers 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 whenthe 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. Unlikemost, my ice light water and Hans and knew that if she was soakingwet as she was, it was because she wanted to be. Hansa replacedthe now drenched towel beneath with a fresh one. I tried convincing him wecould 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 ofthe city for the day. Hansa dropped his voice and stretched his words outas 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 asummer storm, Hansa did not like getting wet. Getting into the countryside hadbeen on his mind for weeks now, but he was not sad to missout on the rain. Ran Back to her house to change out of herwet clothes, while Hansa got a small...

...fire started in the wood stove inthe corner. The wind and rain continued to pound. The two young micecontented themselves to spend the day playing games, reading books and watching the down boardoutside his little window. It is universally accepted that mice know the bestbest games. Hansa taught a few card games he'd learned growing up. Hewon speed card twice and once, and Dash beat him at Slat Jack threetimes in a row before Hansa suggested they switched to reading. Lay on herback on Hansa's bed, with her feet high up on the wall, andused her tail to turn the pages. Soon she was whisked away to adistant land where she wore a detectives hat and solved spooky mysteries. Detective LewisStories were her favorites. Hansa, on the other hand, chose a classicstory. With his grandfather. He had read a country mouse his tail dozensof times. He sat sideways in his favorite reading chair with his legs restingover one arm and his tail hanging over the other. He loved the partwhere 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 ashe turned the page to his favorite part, a drop of water splashed on topof him. Hansa scrunched up his forehead and scanned the boards above him, looking for the source, but there was nothing. He reopened his bookand started again. SPASH. Another drop splashed him right across the face,then another, then another. The drops...

...were getting bigger and bigger. Hansajumped 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 steadystream of droplets were flowing through a tiny hole. A small puddle was formingon the chair. Das Ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest bowl shecould find. She set it under the Stream, while Hansa scurried up theback of his chair and teetered on one foot as he stretched up to stopthe leak with his finger. What do you think, asked Dash, wecould patch this up with some chewing gum. Hansa answered, there are a couplesmall pieces in that tin next to the sink. He pointed his outstretchedtail towards the kitchen. Dah found the tin, popped a piece in hermouth and chewed as fast as she could. She then stretched it out of hermouth and flattened it with her fingers. She climbed onto the chair cushion andstood on the tips of her toes, holding it above her head. Hansagrabbed the gum with his tail and held it up to the hole andused his fingers to press down the edges to seal it. That should doit, he said with a grin, water dripping from his whiskers. Hehopped 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 beenfloating down the river with country mouse, he said. The leak dealt with, the two mice resumed their reading. Dash took up her spot on thebed, 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. CountryMouse climbed aboard the driftwood boat and used...

...a small branch to push himself offinto the stream. He could soon. Dash yelled out Hansa the gum.Both mice leaped towards the chair. A giant pink bubble was forming beneath theleak. It was filling with water. Just as dash got to the topand reached up, the bubble exploded. It sprayed water over everything in theroom, soaking Hansa and Dash. Water gushed out of the hole. Dashshoved the gum back into the hole and stood there holding in place. Whereis 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'twait 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 ina 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 herhelp. She's at my house. He ran back through the passageway. Thatmorning 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. Whenhe got to the top, there was no one there. Think, saidHans it to himself. Think, what came a voice behind him. Itwas 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 herflickr. Is Mr Short tail still with you? Flicker held his mouth openin 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. Thatmouse 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 haveno time for mcnutton. You can't mess with leaks. My mother had aleak once. It ruined her singing voice for life. Mr Short tail waslaying 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 lookof 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 hisbreath. And if you don't come with me right away, I'm not goingto have much of a home left. Mr Short tail dropped his hammer intohis 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 stoolstacked on a chair with on the back of the reading chair, both tryingtheir best to keep another gum bubble from bursting. Mr Short tail jumped intoaction. We need to find where the...

...water is coming in from so wecan stop it at its source. Follow me, Hansa. The ladies canonly hold the leak back a little longer. We'd better hurry. Hansa followed MrShort tail back into the main passageway. Many mice were now standing outside theirhomes whispering about what might be happening. Mr Short tail stopped to talk toan older white mouse with a purple shawl on her shoulders. It wasMrs 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 throughyour kitchen window? I think we might be able to see where the wateris coming from. Of course, of course, Jasper, just be carefulon the ledge, miss maisie replied. Mr Short tail flew through Mrs Maisie'sopen door and headed straight for her kitchen. Hansa had only been in her kitchenonce before, when she invited him over for tea soon after he arrivedat the tower. Miss Maisie had helped him find curtains for his windows anda cover for his bed. She often brought chocolate sweets and tasty loaves ofbread over for Hansa. Mr Short tail climbed onto her onuntertop and through thewindow above her sink. He was careful not to knock over any of herfine dishes and teapots with his tail. Just outside the window was a smallledge formed from a brick in the tower wall that was pushed out ever soslightly. It was common for the tower mice to adjust bricks in the wallsof their homes to create lodges or shelves, to have some place to put smallplants and such. Hansa stood on the kitchen counter and held tight tothe windows frame with one arm while gripping tightly to Mr Short tail's tail withthe other. The rain beat hard against the open window panes. Hansa's sleevewas drenched, as was Mr Short tails...

...entire body. I found it calledMr Short tail the Hansa. There's a board stuck between two bricks just aboveyour house. It looks like one of the boards you and dash broke lastweek, the ones I was up fixing today. It must have gone wedgethere when it fell. Rain drops are falling on it and flowing into thespace above your ceiling. Are you able to reach it? I don't thinkso. Mr Short tail reached up as far as he could. He wasjust 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. MissusMasie 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 youtight, do you think you could reach and Jiggle the board out frombetween those bricks? Hansa was sure that he could. He was known forhis climbing skills, but the thought of hanging outside the clock tower, highabove the ground, shook his nerves. He took in a deep breath andpushed his feelings aside. I think I could. Hansa and Mister shorttail returnedto the kitchen counter. MISSUS Masie held on to Mister shortail's legs for extrasupport. The rain whipped Hans in the face as he edged out the windowon 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 reachit. I'm going to try something, Hansy yelled out. He turned towardsMister shorttail, pushed both of his feet...

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

...was flowing through the Straw and outthe window. With all the help, it didn't take long to mop upthe water in Hans's house. Mrs Maizie came with biscuits and tea when theclean up ended. Thank you for all your help. You saved my home, Hansa said. Mr Short tail promised to return the following day to patchup 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 samemischievous grin from the morning. It's too bad we couldn't have had an adventuretoday. 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 wehope you enjoyed Hans and in the Shay of the Big Castle, I've writeto done in sixteen.

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