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

Season 1, Episode 4 · 2 years ago

04 - Stickiness


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Despite being a mouse - and a capable scrounger at that - Honza still struggled with one of the most common places a city mouse finds food: the trash bin. He wasn’t a city mouse, at least not yet.

A story moment with Hansa and Dash in the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story momentcom season one, episode four, stickiness. 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. Despite being a mouse, and a capable scrounder at that, Hansa still struggled with one of the most commonplaces a city mouse finds food, the trash bin. He wasn't a city mouse, at least not yet. In his mind. He was still all country. He grew up among wildflowers and a flowing brook that ran near his grandfather's country cottage. Mice are known for their amazing ability to forage even the smallest pieces of food. foraging in the field, however, is far different from the back alleyway. You might get dirty while looking for nuts and seeds and morsels of wild goodness, but at least all you are...

...covered in is dirt. The last time Hanza went looking for food with his best friend. He returned home covered in three different kinds of smelly stickiness which he was not even able to identify. But scavenging from trash bends was a fact of life for Hans and now he left the country and then moved to the city of the big castle, and there weren't any while morsels to be found near the old clock tower, candied apples and sausages and sweet pastries. Sometimes people throw away whole plates of perfectly good food. The village mice wasted no time collecting as much food as they could carry and returning home with it. One day, Hanza and dash were working their way around the far edge of the large town square that borders the tower. There's so much food this time of year. I wish we could gather this much all the time. Said I feel like we could eat for a lifetime. Let's split up today so we can cover more ground. Hansa said, I'm not sure, hesitated. We've only gone together since you arrived. She knew it was easier to get in and out of a place quickly or to carry a big hall when they work together, but she also knew sometimes it was nice to explore on your own. Hansa puffed up his chest. I'll be all right, okay now, said, but let's agree to get each other when we find something too big. I'll be near the food carts. Just signal if you need help. All right, Hans agreed, but he had already decided to stick... things he could carry himself. He wanted to show that he could get around the city just fine without her help all the time. Okay, see you soon. Happy scrounging. Yell that. She headed off toward the other side of the square. Soon Hansa watched as scurried under a food cart selling salted pretzels and cold drinks. Honorable mice never take what they know to be someone else's property, so she waited patiently until the cart attendant dropped something. When a chunk of Pretzel hit the ground, she ran out, wrapped her tail around it and quickly pulled it behind the cart's wheel dash. Once told Hansa her favorite was the man selling sausages. He was so clumsy, she said, there was almost always something tasty to take home. Hansa decided to search on his side of Old Town Square. He soon found a trash bin that looked promising. Getting up and in was not much work for Hansa, who was becoming an expert bin climber. The colorful little stones and pebbles set in concrete gave him many handles to hold. Since there was no lid, Hansa stood on the edge and looked in. There wasn't much use jumping in if it were empty. He knew how difficult it was to get out. You're not empty at all, he said out loud. It was nearly full of paper, drink bottles, pieces of bread and bits of sausage. Hansa took a deep breath and gathered his courage. The first dive was always the worst, or the best, if you asked Dash. He plugged his nose,...

...stepped from the edge and fell feet first into the heap. The smell surrounded him like a fog. Oh, I missed the country, he said to himself. He determined to make it quick. Maybe he could escape before the smell stuck to his fur. He grabbed for a chunk of bread and some bits of sausage and stuffed them into a little sack he'd been carrying on his waist. Next to it was a small rope made of ribbon. It had a metal hook tied to the end of it in case there was a need for climbing. Straight up, he carefully crossed a folded paper plate towards something he'd spied from above. It was white inside and had a sticky orange coating. He tore off a piece and took a bite. What a treat. He thought. It was a candied apple. The Orange Caramel stuck hard to his hand. Unable to pull it off, he did what any sensible mouse would do. He licked his hand until the CARAMEL was all gone. Oh Yummy, he said, licking each finger so as not to missany. The apple is a bit big. He thought back to the promise he made. It would be easier to get it out of here if she could help. He paused for a second and thought out loud some more. If I get she'll know I can't take care of myself. I grew up Climbing Tree Trunks and Picking Cherries. Surely I can get this half eating candied apple out of the bin. He looked up and measured with his eyes the height he'd have to climb. It was about three times as he was tall. He...

...would need to use his throwing hook and ribbon. Hansa tied the ribbon around his waist and twirled the hook over his head. He released it, it shot up and latched to the ledge. He tied the other end to the apple stem and then carefully started climbing, pulling the apple behind him. Once he was at the top, he would leap from the Ledge and use his body weight to lift the large apple out. It was in his first time getting something from a trash bin. At least that was the plan. Just as Hansa reached the edge, something unexpected happened. The black plastic bag that lined the bin was pulled together at the top, tied in a knot and lifted out of the bin. Hansa fell from his climb deeper into the garbage. Everything went black. He bounced around as the bag swung from side to side. Then suddenly he felt as though he weighed nothing at all as the bag flew through the air. A thunderous clap sounded as the bag landed. Chunks of bread, half finished fizzy drinks and the bits of sausage crashed down on top of him. Except for an ongoing rumble and a vibration. The bag laid still again. Hansa could not tell which way was up. He felt around, trying to get his bearings. He tried to crawl towards the bag's wall to chew a hole through, but he couldn't move. Hansa reached behind him and his hand stuck firm to something. He landed on the Apple. The sticky caramel stuck to the fur on his back like a big, sticky backpack. After some time it was as though the whole process reversed.

The bag swayed back and forth, it flew through the air and it landed with a great commotion. Hansa yelled out, I should have stayed with Dash. He sighed heavily. WHO's Dash? Came a voice. Hansa couldn't tell whether it was from inside the bag or outside. She's my best friend, Hansa yelled out. WHO's your best friend, replied the voice. Hansa tugged at the apple and spun and rolled and trying to get it unattached. It was of no use. You've got to dash. All Right, nice talking to you, Hansa yelled out again. No, stop, don't go, I need your help. WHO's that? WHO's there? I hear someone. Name Yourself, the voice replied. I'm Hansa. Who Are you? Light flooded the trash bag as a whole, ripped into its side an old possum stuck in his head. He had gray for long white whiskers and he was wearing a hat made from a page of a newspaper. His eyes were closed shut. Hans A, nope, don't know no one by the name of Hanza. What's your name? If I run into Hans it today, I'll make sure they know you're looking for him. I'm Hansa, by George. Isn't that a coincidence? I just met someone a few minutes ago that is looking for someone named Hanza. Might that be you, maybe? What's their name? Let me think, let me think. Oh yes, his name was Hansa. A terrible, funny name, don't you think? What is your name? If I see him again, I'll let him know you were looking for him. I'm but before he could tell the old possum his name...

...once again, Hansa decided to switch the subject. Sir, could you pull this apple from my back? The old possum felt over Hansa's shoulder for the apple. This is a sticky situation. With a heave and a push and a pull, the old possum ripped the apple away, taking a bit of Hansa's fur with it. Wow, yelled Hansa. Did that hurt? I'm sorry, it's probably not too smart to be taking a rest on a candy apple. They are tasty, but they sure are sticky. I gotta go now. And with that the old possum started moving away. Wait, sir, called out Hansa. Do you know the way out of this trash heap? I need to get back to the old clock tower. The old possum turned around and scoffed. Do I know? HAH, do I know? Huh? Do I wait? Second, do I know? Let's see. I came in from that hole behind that sign over there, you know, the one that says, Oh, who knows what it says, I can't read. Then I met that boy over here. Why, he sounded a lot like you. Do you have a brother? His name was? Never mind what his name was. Then I was trying to get to that bag of crackers over there when I met you. Yep, there it is. I know who I am and where I am and what I am about. The question remains, though, a little man. Who Are you? Hansa, felt the conversation wasn't going anywhere. I'm pleased to meet you, sir. Thank you for your help. Have a good day with that. Hansa wrapped his tail around the stem of the apple and pulled it through the trash heap, making his way towards the hole behind the sign, as the old possum had said. He could hear the old possum continue the conversation without him.

Pleased to meet you. That's the silliest name I've ever heard, almost as silly as this mouse I once met named Hanza, a honey character he was. Hansa tried to make it through the hole quickly. Still, he felt sorry for leaving the old possum. Perhaps he needed some help getting that bag of crackers he was after, and did he really know the way back home? Just as he turned back towards the hole to offer some help, the old possum came barging through. Watch out there, young and got to get back home quick as I like. Two streets down and the left at the Horse Statue. No time to chat. If you need someone to talk to, head on in and ask for a kid named Hans that or his friend pleased to meet you. Neither of them knows it's proper to keep conversations short. They'll talk your ear off. All right, see you later. And he was gone. A wide grin spread across Hansa's face. The free ride in the trash bag was unexpected, but he did find a whole heap of a place this grounch if he ever needed it. It was slow going dragging the apple behind him. Before he was unsure of how to get home, but the old possum helped him out. He knew the Horse Statue. He'd mentioned. It was on the same street as the old clock tower, two streets down and a left the Horse Statue. Hansa waited a minute and let the old possum get ahead start. The Sky was dark when he finally passed through the double doors of the clock tower. It took much maneuvering and a slow climb up the rope to get to the passageway, dragging the apple behind him, but he finally made it. As he dragged the apple home, he stopped in and knocked on DASH's door. Hans I was worried when... didn't come back tonight. Where have you been? demanded. Oh, I was just out picking up dessert, Hansa said, smiling. He turned around and showed the apple. Missus a short tails. Mom slowly cut the apple into pieces while helped wash off Hans's back with some soapy water. It was a long process. When Hansa was finally all clean in the apple slices were on the table and there came a great knock at the door. A dozen mice stood around outside. We heard there was a party with dessert here, said the mouse who had knocked. The mice filed in, took a big chunk of Apple, thanked Hanza and found a place to sit. For several hours, the mice laughed and joked as Hansa told them of his free ride, the trash heap and the old possum. You mean that all Possum, said one of them. I've met him. That man is blind as a bat, blind as a Possum, said another. Blind is a bat, blind as a possum whatever, he just can't see started laughing. A country mouse stuck in a trash bag rescued by an old blind possum. That's just too much, Hansa. Your fantastic Hansa screwed up his face. Fantastic. What do you mean? Continued? Well, you had kind of a bad day, didn't you? Hans the thought for a minute. Yes, there were some challenges, but he didn't think it was a bad day. He met the old possum, he found a candied apple, he found a new place to scrounge that was guaranteed to provide many goodies. No, I...

...don't think so at all. That's why you're fantastic. Said everything that seemed to go wrong, and yet you brought us a candied apple. Everybody gave Hansa three cheers. Hip, hip, Hooray, hip, hip, Hooray, hip, hip hooray. The Tower mice continue to talk and continue to laugh. When it was late, Hansa crawled into bed. His stomach was full, his tail and back were sore and there was enough candied apple in his cupboard to last a lifetime. Remember, with each episode you did both the Audio Ain't be EAP. Put them on all your devices and choose unit series at story Momentcom we hope you enjoyed Hanjan in the say of the big castle. I'd be right to done in sixteen.

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