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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 6 · 2 years ago

06 - The Last Red Squirrel

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In the City of the Big Castle, there are many different kinds of animals. There are your obvious city creatures - such as mice and pigeons. But there is also a whole host of various animal friends living in the City’s many parks and green spaces.

A story moment with Hanza and Dash in the city of the big castle. Get more episodes. At story MOMENTCOM SEASON One, episode six, the last Red Squirrel. 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 Hansa's window. His curtains are open today. There must be adventure in the city of the big castle. There are many different kinds of animals. There are your obvious city creatures, such as mice and pigeons, but there are also a whole host of various animal friends living in the cities, many parks and green spaces. Some foxes make their dens behind the first branches of the thickest bushes, and many birds nest in trees, on chimney stacks and on just about any warm nook or cranny found high above the ground. There are also squirrels, probably thousands of them, and they are all gray squirrels except for one. Hansa Bent Low and gripped the lid of an acorn...

...with both his hands, he stretched tall, pushing his feet deep into the dirt, not letting go of the nut. With a final thrust, he jostled the nut from its place between two roots at the base of a tree and stuffed it into a burlap sack with another acorn and three pine nuts from earlier. I think this will be enough. Hansa called out to his best friend, at that moment, was hanging by her fingertips gripping the lid of an acorn stuffed between the bark on the underside of a branch. Mr Green only asked for one acorn, and we found him too. Hansa continued swung her legs forward and back until she turned upside down. With her feet pushing into the branch, still gripping the ACORN LID. She yanked as hard as she could. The acorn popped out from its hiding place and tumbled to the grass below, gripping the nut tightly to her chest. Three, she said, dusting herself off. Why does Mr Green need you to get him ACORNS? anyways? I thought he had someone else working for him. He did, but he doesn't anymore. So he asked me to we made a deal. I scavenge for his grocery stall in the marketplace, and he gives me a share of all his trades. That way he can stay in the tower and run a shop and I have something to trade with the other shopkeepers. I found him tea leaves last night behind the cafe, but this is the first time he sent me to find nuts and sees. I feel like I'm in the country again. Held the acorn out to Hansa. Just as Hansa reached out to grab it, the most peculiar thing happened. A fiery Red...

Squirrel looped its way down the tree trunk, snatched the nut from dash his hands and zipped back to the first branch of the tree. Thank you, kindly, the Squirrel called down. The mice stood there shocked at the sudden theft of their nut. They didn't know how to respond. Even more though they knew dozens of gray squirrels who filled the branches of every tree in the city, they had never seen or had something stolen by a red squirrel. Hey, red called back then. Not belongs to us, you thief. The Red Squirrel zipped back down the tree trunk towards the mice. Just as he reached the bottom, he wedged the nut between two pieces of bark in the exact place had taken it before. Thieef, you must not be talking to me, as I cannot steal something that is already mine. You must speak of yourself, as you were the one with an acorn in your hands that did not belong to you in the first place. The Squirrel didn't wait for a response, but resumed his position on the lowest branch. Will you stop doing that, yelled, stop doing what? Zipping away like that? Oh, I'm sorry, and once again he zipped down the tree and stood before them. He thrust his hand into dashes and shook it violent lie. I'm Chester, nice to meet you. Are you saying I stole the Acorn from you? Precisely, I wedge that exact nut and that very spot just yesterday, and I watched as you undid my hard work and you were preparing to take the nut with you. Do you deny it? Paused for a second and looked at Hansa. Well, no, I don't deny it precisely,...

...but no harm is done. Said Chester. It's back in its place, safe insecure. I'm hiding it from the graves Hansa furrol this brow. The grays. Oh yes, the gray squirrels love acorns as much as I do. They love them so much, in fact, there would be none for me this winter if I didn't hide them. See, look, Chester pointed to the tree. Can you see all my nuts? The mice scan the trunk and branches of the massive tree before them. No, Hans answered. Indeed. And yet there are hundreds of them hiding on this tree alone. That's fantastic, said Hansa eyed chester with a quizzical look. You know, began. I've lived in this city my whole life, but I've never seen a red squirrel, only gray squirrels. You were the first Red Squirrel I've ever seen. Are there more of you, more of me? I'm sorry, dear, but I'm the only me there be. But if you meet are there other red squirrels? The answer would be no. I am most certainly the last of the reds in the world. Chester laughed, grabbing at his side as he did. No, of course not. There are more reds in the world. In fact, I have quite the extended family that lived down the river a bit, about a four days journey. However, I am the last red in the city of the big castle really, exclaimed Hansa. That must be quite a story. Oh and I'd love to tell it, but not now. I really must carry on securing just a few more nuts for my winter storage. But come back tomorrow and I'll tell...

...the tale. And without waiting for a proper goodbye, Chester zipped across the grass toward another tree, yelling over his shoulder as he went till tomorrow. Hansa and dash returned to the old clock tower in the center of the city. They found Mr Green, the grocer, and gave him the supply of nuts and scenes they had found splendid. Hansa said, Mister Green, I think this agreement will work out greatly. I was able to exchange a small chunk of cheese for that cotton ball you said you needed. Mister Green retrieved a cotton ball the size of his head and gave it to Hansa, perfect my new pillow. Dash, however, was not interested in the exchange of nuts for pillows. Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out the mystery of the red squirrels. Mister Green, have you ever known any red squirrels? Mister Green was surprised at such a question. Reds, Huh, can't say I have. My brother was good friends with the gray ones. Boy Did that squirrel eat a lot, but in all my life I've never seen a red. Why do you ask? We saw one to day, she said, and then related to him the odd meeting they had had earlier. Mister Green thought it to be most intriguing but didn't have any information to share. He asked Hansa to check back with him later that week when he needs some kernels of corn from the cafe. Been Missus. Maggie's making a soup, he said, and, saying their goodbyes, both Hansa and dash returned to their homes. Hansa slept well that night with his new cotton ball pillow, but da hardly slept at all. She knew she'd hear the story next morning, but couldn't wait to understand better why there were no more reds in the city. When the sun had finally risen, she knocked on Hans's...

...door. Let's go, she said. Hansa grabbed his warm jacket, as the weather was turning colder and colder, and followed to the park. He chose not to mention how unhappy he was to miss his morning tea. All right, we're here, he said. Now what? Now this, and she lelled as loud as she could chester. The branches of the trees erupted with the sounds of gray squirrels shushing her. It was too early in the morning for yelling of that sort, but it didn't take long for Chester to realize he was wanted and joined the two mice on the grass. He yawned heavily. Yes, yes, how can I help you? Da sat down, pulling Hansa to the ground next to her. We're ready for your story, Chester, why are you the last red in the city? Chester could see how determined she was to hear his story. He pulled together a few fallen yellow leaves and made a seat for himself on the wet morning grass. Well, I should begin, but first we must have introductions. Interrupted him. You told us your name yesterday. Yes, Chester replied, but I do not have yours. He held out his hand again and each mouse took it, while sharing their name as well. Splendid. Now that we know each other intimately, I shall share with you how I became the last Red Squirrel in the city of the big castle this was the tale my father told me when I was close to your age, I suppose, though I am quite older now. Have you ever had a guest that just never seemed to leave? Well, there was a time when not a single gray could be...

...found within the walls of the city, none, which was a pity for sure, as the grays can be such fine fellows and our adventurous and spirited, and boy are they funny. They play the most hilarious practical jokes on one another. One year, at this very season, when the leaves were turning in the days were getting shorter, my great grandfather, old red, invited his cousin great years and his many children to visit for the Autumn Harvest. What fun they had. At the end of the harvest they held a giant banquet with every sort of not imaginable fat nuts, thin nuts, sweet nuts, salty nuts, long nuts, short nuts. It was a nutty time for sure. They played games and those famous practical jokes I told you about were on full display. Why? One of the cousin Grays, who was known for his quick speed, hid all the nuts in a hole while his friend, are read, told a funny story about a frog who couldn't hop how they all laughed when they looked down to find their previously full nutbowls were all empty. The gray returned them. Of course he was just in it for the humor of it all. When the banquet ended, my grandfather bid his cousin farewell. Only great years had decided that the family should stay in the city. Old Red was excited, as he loved his cousin. So what fun times they all had those first years? Hans interrupted, but I don't understand. If the grays came here, where did all the rents go? That's the mystery of the story now, isn't it? Now that you've seen me, do you notice anything different about the gray squirreld compared to the red? Besides our color, of course. Hansa and Dash looked chester up and down and glanced at the grays on the branches of the tree bees.

They thought deeply, your tail, asked Hansa. Very Good Hansa. The Gray's tail is longer and slightly fluffier than the reds, but that is in the difference I'm hoping you'll see. Is it your size? wondered. allowed. AH, precisely. You figured it out. See the gray is nearly twice the size of the average red and they are twice as heavy as well, which requires twice the food. And you recall I told you about their speed. Well, they are the most amazing collectors of nuts. And those first years grey ears and old red had worked out that the grays would collect at least half their winter store from the forest beyond the city. Hans's ears perked up. That's where I'm from. Wonderful, and it worked for a full generation. But once old red and great years had passed on, the love of family and friendship went with them. Soon the reds and the grays were feuding over the most basic of needs, food. By that time the grays already out numbered the reds two to one. They did not see why they must be the ones to venture into the woods for half their winter store. Leaned in. What did the reds do? Chester continue. As the feuding continued, it got worse and worse. The Jovial Harvest parties became a thing of the past. The wonderful practical jokes the grays ones did, turn to mean spirited jokes. Finally, a council was convened to determine a solution to the problem. How can the reds and gray's live peaceably together in the city of the Big Castle? My father represented the reds, as did his most distant cousin. Brannick the younger represented the grays. To keep things...

...fair, they asked the help of the city elders a pigeon from the castle, a cat from the old town square and a mouse from the tower. Hansa shuddered. He disliked cats of all sorts, but he was intrigued that a pigeon, a cat and a mouse could work together. He wondered who that mouse might have been. Chester went on. The Council of the elders listened to the complaints of both the reds and the grays. They asked their questions and receive their answers, and then, for three days, the council met to decide what would be best. Of course, no one knows what was said between the council members, but the decision was made known to everyone. I was only a baby squirrel that winter, barely be able to crawl around our family's tree hole. The council reasoned that though the reds were the first in the city, the grays did not arrive uninvited. In fact, due to the friendship of old red and gray years, they reason that the grays remaining in the city was a happy decision for all. Now it was not the gray's fault that they were made much larger than the reds, and so it cannot purely be their responsibility to collect half their winter store from the woods. The reds would need to share the task as well. Each year they would rotate. First the grays would collect from the woods and then the following year the reds wood. Both my father and brannock thought it was a fair decision, but it did not take long for the reds that discover that the time it took for them to collect their nuts and return to the city to not leave them any time to prepare their winter homes. They just weren't as fast as the grays had figured it out. So the reds left the city exactly said Chester. It wasn't an easy decision. In fact, the...

...grays were exceedingly sad about it as well. Brannock suggested the grays help the reds even but everyone knew that could not last. My father led the last of the reds from the city when I was just old enough to crack open an Acorn by myself. We settled about a four days journey from here, just down the river. No Gray's lived there and the nuts are abundant. Hansa held up a finger. Wait a second, if you went with your family, why are you in the city? Ah, you can't that. Well, when I was just about your age, I realized that I didn't fit in well amongst the other reds. Than the forest. They were quite happy to stay where they were, not venturing far from their holes, but I wanted more. So, at my father's suggestion, I returned to our hole in this tree. Chester pointed to a hole about three branches up on the tree behind him. But now you're all alone, said alone. Never didn't you hear all the grays this morning? When you call my name? Your friends with the Grays? Said Hansa. Of course not, said Chester. We're family. I most love their practical jokes. Just last week one of them took all of my things from my hole and moved it to another tree. When I return home. I nearly fell from the branch I was laughing so hard. And you find enough food to eat? Said sure, as long as young ice don't come and steal my provision, chester said with a smile. Plus, with all their practical jokes, the grays had been missing. What was great about the reds? What's that? We are storytellers, Hans and smiled. Do you think we could come back and you can...

...tell us more tales about the reds and the grays? Of course I could. I would enjoy that. Come back anytime you'd like. I'll tell you the most twisted tales you've ever heard. With that, Hans and stood, or at least they tried to stand, while they were listening to Chester. One of the grays had snuck up behind them and tied their tails together. A roar of laughter erupted from the branches of the trees when Hans and fell over from their twisted tails. Remember, with each episode you did both the Audio Ain't the EAP. Put them on all your devices and choose unit series. That story Momentcom we hope you enjoyed. Hans and in the Shay of the Big Castle, I'd be right to done in sixteen.

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