Sounder SIGN UP FOR FREE
Honza and Dash: In the City of the Big Castle
Honza and Dash: In the City of the Big Castle

Season 1, Episode 4 · 1 year ago

04 - Stickiness

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

Get the ebook: http://bit.ly/smhad04


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 ponset and Dash inthe city of the big castle get more episodes at story. Momentcom season, one episode, four stickiness there is a tower just off of Old TownSquare in the city of the big castle on every side is a clock face, but thewestern side is the largest and though it can't be seen from the ground. Ifyou look carefully above the eleventh hour, there is a little window. This is Hans's window. His curtains areopen to day. There must be adventure, despite being a mouse and a capablescrounder at that Hansa still struggled with one of themost commonplaces. A city mouse finds food, the TRASHBIN. He wasn't a city mouse, at least notyet in his mind he was still all country. He grew up among wild flowers and aflowing brook that ran near his grandfather's country. Cottage mice are known for their amazingability to forage even the smallest pieces of food. Forging in the field,however, is far different from the back alley way you might get dirty while looking fornuts conceds immorsels of wild goodness,...

...but at least all you are covered in isdirt. The last time Hansa went looking forfood with his best friend Dash. He returned home covered in threedifferent kinds of smelly stickiness, which he was not even able to identify, but scavenging from trashbinds was afact of life for Hansa. Now he left the country and had moved to the city ofthe big castle and there weren't any wile morsels to be found near the old,clocktower, candied, apples and sausages and sweet pastries. Sometimespeople threw away whole plates of perfectly good food. The village micewasted no time collecting as much food as they could carry and returning homewith it one day, Anza and dash were workingtheir way around the far edge of the large town square that borders thetower there's so much food this time of year.I wish we could gather this much all the time Dash said I feel like we couldeat for a lifetime. Let's split up to day. So we can covermore ground. Hansa said I'm not sure DASH hesitated, we've onlygone together since you arrived. She knew it was easier to get in andout of a place quickly or to carry a big hall when they worked together, but she also knew sometimes it was niceto explore on your own Hansa puffed up his chest. I'll be all right. Okay, Nas said, but let's agree to geteach other when we find something too big I'll, be near the food carts justsignal if you need help all right, Hansa agreed, but he had alreadydecided to stick to things he could...

...carry himself. He wanted to show dash that he couldget around the city just fine without her help all the time. Okay see soonhapy's scrounging dash yelled as she headed off toward the other side of thesquare. Soon Hansa watched as Dash scurriedunder a food, Cart, selling, salted, pretzels and cold drings. honoable mice never take what they knowto be some one else's property, so she waited patiently until the cartattendant 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'swheel, dash once told Hansa her favorite wasthe man selling sausages. He was so clumsy. She said there wasalmost always something tasty to take home, Hansa decided to search on his side ofOld Town Square. He soon found a trash bin that looked promising getting up and in was not much work forHanza, who was becoming an expert bin climber. The colourful little stones and pebblessat 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 itwere empty, he knew how difficult it was to get out you're not empty at all. He said outloud. It was nearly full of paper, drinkbottles, pieces of bread and bits of sausage. Anza took a deep breath and gatheredhis courage. The first dive was always the worst orthe best. If you asked Dash,...

...he plugged his nose stepped from the edge and fell feetfirst into the heap. The smell surrounded him like a fog. Oh,I miss the country. He said to himself he determined to make it quick. Maybehe could escape before the smell stuck to his fur. He grabbed for a chunk of bread andsome bits of sausage and stuffed them into a little sack He'ad been carryingon his waist. Next to it was a small rope made of ribbon. It had a metalhook tied to the end of it. In case there was a need for climbingstraight up. He carefully crossed a folded paperplate towards something he'd. Spied from above it was white inside and hada sticky orange coating. He tore off a piece and took a bite what a treat he thought it was acandied apple, the orange caramel stuck hard to hishand, unable to pull it off. He did what any sensible mouse would do. Helicked his hand until the Caramet was all gone. Oh yummy, he said lickingeach finger so as not to miss any. The apple is a bit big. He thought backto the promise he made Dash. It would be easier to get it out ofhere if she could help he paused for a second and thought outloud some more. If I get dash she'll know, I can't takecare of myself. I grew up Climbing Tree Trunks andPicking Cherries. Surely I can get this halfeand cannid apple on 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. Hewould need to use his throwing hook and Ribbon Hansa tied the ribbon around his waistand twirled the hook over his head. He released it. It shot up and latched tothe ledge he tied the other end to the apples,stem and then carefully started climbing pulling the apple behind him once he was at the top. He would leapfrom the Ledge and use his body weight to lift the large apple out. It was in his first time gettingsomething from a trash Ben. At least that was the plan just as Hansa reached the edgesomething unexpected happened. The black plastic bag that lined Abinwas pulled together at the top tied in a knot and lifted out of the bin. Hanzafell from his climb deeper into the garbage. Everything went black he bounced around as the bag swung fromside to side. Then suddenly he felt as though he weighed nothing at all. Asthe bag flew through the air. A thunderous clap sounded as the baglanded, chunks of bread, half finished fizzydrinks and the bits of sausage crashed down on top of him, except for an ongoing rumble and avibration. The bag laid still again Hanza could not tell which way was up. He felt around trying to get hisbearings. He tried to crawl towards the bag's wall to chew a hale through, buthe couldn't move Hansa reached behind him and his handsstuck firm to something he landed on the apple, the sticky Caramel, stuck tothe fir on his back like a big, sticky backpack. After some time, it was as though thewhole process reversed the bag wayed...

...back and forth. It flew through the airand it landed with a great commotion, Hansa Yelled Out. I should have stayedwith Dash. He sighed heavily who'se dash came a voice. Hansa couldn't tellwhether it was from inside the bag or outside she's. My best friend, Hansie yelledout WHO's. Your best friend replied theVoice Dash Hansa tugged at the apple and spun androlled and triied to get it unattached. It was of no use. You've got to dash all right nicetalking to you, Hansa yelled out again, no stop don'tgo. I need your help, who's that WHO's there. I hear some onename yourself: the voice replied. Ah, I'm Hansa, who are You, light flooded the trash bag as a holeripped into t es side, an old possum stuck in his head. He had gray fur long white whiskers andhe was wearing a hat made from a page of a newspaper. His eyes were closed, shut, Hansa, nope, don't know no one by thename of Hanza. What's your name, if I run into Hansa to day I'll make surethey know you're looking for em, I'm Hansa by George? Isn't that a coincidence? Ijust met someone a few minutes ago that is looking for some one named Hanza.Might that be you maybe what's their name? Let me think, let me think. Oh yes, hisname WIS Hansa, a terrible funny name. Don't you think? What is your name? IfI see him again I'll? Let him know you were looking for him...

I'm, but before he could tell the oldpossum his name once again, Ansa decided to switch the subject. Sir, could you pull this apple from myback? The old possum felt over Hansa'sshoulder for the apple. This is a sticky situation with a heave and apush and a pule. The old possum ripped the apple away, taking a bit of Hans's fur with it. Oh Yelled Hanza did that hurt. I'm sorry, it's probablynot too smart to be taking a rest on a candy apple. They are tasty, but theysure are sticky. I got to go now and with that the old possum startedmoving away. Wait, sir called out Hansa. Do you knowthe way out of this trash heap? I need to get back to the old clocktower. The old possum turned around andscoffed. Do I know Ha, do I know huh? Do I wait? Second, do I know? Let's seeI came in from that hole behind that sign over there. You know the one thatsays. 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 abrother? His name was H, never mind what his name was. Then I was trying toget to that bag of crackerds over there. When I met you yep there it is, I knowwho I am and where I am and what I am about. The question remains, though little manwho are you Hansa, felt the conversation wasn'tgoing anywhere. I'm pleased to meet you, sir. Thank youfor your help have a good day with that Hansa wrapped his tail oround the stemof the apple and pulled it through the trash heap, making his way towards the hole behindthe sign. As the old possum had said,...

...he could hear the old possum continuethe conversation without him. Please to meet you. That's the silliest name.I've ever heard almost as silly as this mouse I once met named Hanza a funnycharacter. He was Hans Ha tried to make it through thehole quickly. Still he felt sorry for leaving the old possum. Perhaps he needed some help gettingthat bag of crackers he was after and did he really know the way back home,just as he turned back towards the Holl to offer some help? The old possum camebarging through watch out there, young in got to get back home, quick as alike two sthreets down and the left at the horse. Tatue no time to chat. Ifyou need someone to talk to head on in and ask for a kid named Hansa or hisfriend pleased to meet you, neither of them knows it's proper to keepconversations short, they'll talk, your ear off all right see yo later and hewas gone. A wide, grin spread across Hans's face the free ride in the trashbag was unexpected, but he did find a whole heap of a place, Tos grouge. Ifhe ever needed it, it was slow going dragging the applebehind him before he was unsure of how to get home, but the old possum helpedhim out. He knew the horse statue he'd mentioned. It was on the same street asthe old clocktower two streets down and a left. The Horse Statue Hanse waited a minute and let the oldpossum get a head start. The Sky was dark when he finally passedthrough the double doors of the clocktower. It took much manoeuvering and a slowclimb up the rope to get to the passageway dragging the apple behindhim, but he finally made it as he dragged the apple home he stoppedin and knocked on, Dash's door...

Hans. I was worried when you didn'tcome back to night. Where have you been dash demanded? Oh, I was just outpicking up dessert Hansa said smiling. He turned around and showed dash theapple miss his shorttail dashhes mom slowlycut the apple into pieces, while Dash helped wash off Hans's back with somesoapy water. It was a long process when Hanza was finally all clean andthe apple slices were on the table. andthere came a great knock at the door.A dozen mice stood around outside we heard there was a party with desserthere said. The mouse who had knocked the mice filed in took a big chunk ofApple Tanked Hanza and found a place to sit for several hours. The mice laughedand joked, as Hansa told them of his free ride, the trash heap and the oldpossum. You mean that old possum said one ofthem. I've met him that man is blind as a bat blind. As apossum said, anotherblind is a pat blind as a possm, whatever he just can't see, dash started laughing a country mouse stuck in a trash bag,rescued by an old blind possum. That's just too much Hansa you're fantastic, Hansa screwed up his face fantastic.What do you mean Dash continued? Well, Ye had kind of abad day. Didn't you Hansa thought for a minute? Yes, there were some challenges, but hedidn't think it was a bad day. He met the old possum. He found a candiedapple. He found a new place to scrouge that was guaranteed to provide manygoodies.

No, I don't think so at all. That's why you're fantastic said dash everything that seemed to go wrong, andyet you brought us a cannied apple. Everybody gave Hanza three cheers hip,hip horay HIPHEP, Horay, Hevhev Horay, the tower mice continued to talk andcontinued to laugh when it was late, Hansa crawled intobed. His stomach was full, his tail and back were sore and there was enough candied apple inhis cupboard to last a lifetime. Remember with each episode. Youu dit,both the audio ANP epen, put them on all your delices and choose in nitseries at story moment, O com. We hope you wenjoyed, hung and dash in the sayof the bag castle uverigte to thouand. Sixteen.

In-Stream Audio Search

NEW

Search across all episodes within this podcast

Episodes (21)