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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 8 · 1 year ago

08 - The First Snow

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Honza is a very brave field mouse. Though he is not from the City of the Big Castle, like his best friend Dash, he has made his home in the village of the Tower mice. His curtains are open today. There must be adventure.

A story moment with Hansa and Dashin the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story momentcom seasonone, episode eight, the first snow there is a tower just off ofOld Town Square in the city of the big castle. On every side isa clock face, but the western side is the largest. And though itcan't be seen from the ground, if you look carefully, above the eleventhhour there is a little window. This is Hansa's window. Hansa is avery brave field mouse, though he is not from the city of the bigcastle. Like his best friend Dash, he has made his home in thevillage of the tower mice. His curtains are open today. There must beadventure. Hans's tail was very stiff when he woke up that morning. Duringthe night, the wind pushed open his little window just large enough to senda breeze right across Hansa's bed. However, it was not the warm autumn breezehe normally enjoyed. He pulled the little red blanket up over his shoulders, but now his feet popped out. He turned over on to his side, pulled his feet deep under the blanket, but now his tail pushed far intothe cold air, it's still use...

...he thought to himself. He mustshut the window. He took a deep breath and darted from his warm bedto the window. Pushing aside the little blue curtain, he pulled and latchedthe window closed. quickly, he leaped back into bed, huddled his legsand tail beneath him and pulled the blanket over his body. Suddenly he stoodup on his bed, rushed over to the curtains and threw open the window. A wide smile spread across his face as a burst of the coldest airhe'd ever felt knocked him over. Though it was now much colder than before, Hans's tail thawed out and perked straight up. He leaned his head outthe window and scanned the street below. Normally, there would be hundreds ofpeople covering the square, pausing over and over to stare up at the giantclock as the hour changes, but when Hansa looked, he didn't see asingle person. Instead, as though some one had gently spread cake frosting overevery surface of Old Town Square. Snow he shouted loud enough to wake MissMaggie from next door. were she not always up long before Hansa? Hedove for the boots he kept in a match box turned upright for a dresser. Pulling them on, he hopped out the front door and made straight forthe passageway leading down to the street. He wrapped both arms around the ropeused to sound the bell in the tower and slid down quickly. He burstthrough the small set of double doors and stopped. His breath caught in hischest. His cold room was nothing compared...

...to the street. He let outhis breath and watched it hang in the air like wisps of smoke. Thesnow all around him was pristine white and shining like millions of crystals. Hereached down and took a handful of it and stuck it straight into his mouth. His Lips froze at the sensation of the cold snow, but he likedit. Shivers ran down his spine. In his excitement to get outside,he had entirely forgotten to put on his jacket, his scarf or his mittens. In fact, he stood there in his boots and his bedclothes. Hansahurried back up the rope to the mouse village. Just as he reached hisdoor, he whipped around at the sound of someone shouting his name. Itwas Da, I was just coming to get you. Have you seen it? It's the first snow. Noticed his wet boots and shivering shoulders. You'vealready been outside, haven't you? How was it? Was it wonderful?It will be shivered, Hansa, once I get my scarf, hat andmittens. It's freezing out there. Waited outside while Hansa changed into warmer clothes. I'm glad you help me find these mittens. Doesn't it snow in thecountry where you were with your grandfather? Sure it does, replied Hanza,but I couldn't bring everything with me when I came to the city. Thetwo young mice headed back for the street. As they passed dash his house,her little brother, Martin, ran out their door dressed in his snowclothes as well. Don't forget me, yelled Martin. Dash and Hansa hurrieda little faster down the rope and out...

...of the double doors. Martin soonjoined them. Don't forget to close the doors, Dash said to Martin.Her little brother turned around and carefully closed the double doors. What shall wedo first, he asked as he turned back around. Find something to useas a sled make snow. Mice Hansa and dash were not there. Hey, where'd you guys go? Martin turned back towards the door, looking forhis sister splush. Dash doubled over and laughter as a snowball smashed into Martin'sback. Let's start with this, she said, letting fly another snowball andthen hiding behind a large stick near the wall. This time, Martin quicklyducked down and let the snowball whizz just overhead between his ears. He jumpedup laughing, forming a snowball of his own and ready to launch it athis sister. Dash was shaking her head back and forth slowly and pointing beyondMartin. I'm not falling for that trick, said Martin. Now Hansa spoke.No, Martin, quick look behind you. The snowball which passed betweenMartin's ears had sailed over towards the duble doors and hit an older mouse righton his nose. Snow dripped down over the brim of the old mouse's hatonto his thick winter coat. The three young mice dove behind the stick andhid. The old mouse glared in their directions and shouted, why'd you rotoff, shaking the snow from his jacket, the little old mouse turned and enteredthe tower. Who is that? Asked Tonza, once the coast wasclear. You don't know, old Mr...

Whittle, responded. Dash Hansa shookhis head. Martin jumped in. He is the oldest and grumpiest mouse whoever lived, I've heard. He almost never comes out of his house andno one has ever been inside really. Asked Tonza. No said, buthe is old and grumpy for sure. After waiting a few minutes to makesure he was gone, the three mice soon forgot about Mr Whittle and proceededto enjoy the snow. They had snowball fights and built snow mice with pointedears and twigs used for tails. As morning turned to afternoon, the micegrew tired and hungry. Since they rushed out the door with the first sideof snow, they had entirely forgotten to eat breakfast. Now it is notan odd thing for a young mouse to miss a meal, especially in thewinter when food was hard to find in the city, but three mice canonly go so far on a grumbling stomach. Hansa, why don't you come overfor lunch. MOM's making soup, said Dash. Sounds good to me, said Hansa. He knew better than to turn down a meal at theShort Tail House, since, arriving in the city of the big castle,Dash became a sister to him and her family treated him as though it weretrue. The smell of missus short tail's mixed vegetable soup met them in thepassage way and carried them all the way back to dash's house. Once inside, they removed their boots and hung up their jackets. Mom, can Hansacome to lunch, yelled Dash Martin, then added Dash already asked him,so we hope you say yes. Missus short tail poked her head out thekitchen door. Darya rose. She began...

...with a stern look on her face. You Know Hans is always welcome. Her face turned to a smile,but thank you for asking. Hi, Hansa. The soups on the tablewhenever you're ready. Thank you, Missus shortail, Hansa said politely. Withthat, the three finished hanging up their snow clothes. However, Hansa couldnotstop laughing. What asked? Hansa stopped laughing long enough to say she calledyou, Darya, Rose replied by Punching Hanza in the shoulder. How myname is dash she said firmly, and headed for the kitchen. Martin laughedat Hansa. Never call her Daria, he said. Hansa considered ignoring theadvice, but then changed his mind when he felt his shoulder. Good idea, said Hansa. It was only the four of them for lunch that day, as Mr Short tail was on a scouting mission to find new places togather food scraps. It gets very hard to find food this time of year. Mr Short tail has to go farther and farther each time. But enoughabout that. Did you all enjoy the snow asked missus short tail, Hansaand both nodded, their mouths full of soup. Martin swallowed his bite andspoke up. Yeah, at least Mr Whittled didn't see us. What's this? What do you mean? Martin glared across the table at her brother.Martin zipped his lips and sat there quietly. What is this, Dar area,asked Mrs Short tail. One of the snowballs we were throwing hit MrWhittle. It was an accident. Mrs...

Short Tail, frowned. Did youapologize? looked down at her soup. No, we hid instead so hewouldn't know it was us. DREA rose this time. Hans it did notlaugh. Short tails are known to be kind mice and I will not haveyou hurting people, even accidentally, and not making amends. Mrs Short tailstood up. All three of you are going to take the rest of thissoup over to Mr Whittell right now and apologize like the good young mice youare. Martin looked at his mom through the snowball. Do I need togo? Mrs shortail just stared at him. Yes, ma'am. Martin said MrWhittle lived on the other side of the market in the village. Asthe three walked through the market square, they discussed their plan. You throughthe snowball, so you should knock, said Hansa. Fine, replied MrWhittle. Slowly ease the door open at dashes, soft wraps on the hardwood. Yes, who is it, came a gruff voice. Mr Whittle, we've brought you some soup, called back Dash. WHO's we said thevoice again. It's that Daria Short Tale, said Da, glaring at Hansa,who was smiling again. With Hanza and Martin. The door flew open. Well, stop standing about to make the soup cold. Come inside already, said Mr Whittle, beckoning them in with his hand. The three youngmice hesitated. Mr Whittle stood to the side holding the door open. Theyentered into a large room. It was...

...the largest room they'd seen in thevillage. There was a warm fireplace burning brightly in one corner. A comfortablelooking chair stood in front of it, with stacks and stacks of old booksscattered around its legs. Mr Whittle took the soup from Dash and set iton top of one of the piles. Please thank your mother for me,Dash. His face turned strawberry red. You're surprised. I know your nickname, asked Mr Whittle. And you, Mr Hanza. You came to thevillage just this year. Am I correct? Yes, sir, my grandfather sentme. I lived with him. Mr Whittle interrupted and finished Hans's sentence. In a small cottage on or a large oak tree. Hansa was surprisedat how correct Mr Whittle was. Yes, he muttered, I know, I'mvery familiar with your grandfather. You are pressed, Hanza. Oh,yes, but we'll leave that for another time. The Room went silent fora moment and young Martin, I presume, asked Mr Whittle. Martin stared withlarge eyes and nodded his head. Just stared at her feet. Whatis it, Young Lady? You look like you have something to say.We're sorry, Mr Whittle, for hitting you with the snowball this morning.Mr Whittle shook his head back and forth. Hans was now examining his feet aswell. I have to say I was very disappointed. Mr Whittle continued. Yes, sir, said Hansa. We apologize. Mr Whittle just smiled. I would say you should. I was about to hit you with aZinger of a snowball when I looked up and you were all gone, hidingbehind that large stick. I suppose you...

...were going to throw one at us. Why? Asked? Of course you would challenge me to a duel.I haven't had a good snowball duel since I was young. As you,I was excited but, like I said, you hid. I we were afraidyou might be angry and and we were scared of you, said Hansa. Mr Whittle stood quietly for a few moments. You were scared of me. Yes, they replied. You were scared of me. Ha Ha,ha ha. I'm just a little old mouse. Mr would allough so hardhe gripped the arms of his chair just to keep from spilling himself onto thefloor. His soup nearly toppled off. He regained himself and continued. Iwas so excited when I saw the first snow arrived. Are rushed out.Well, I don't exactly rush anymore, but you understand. I saw thethree of you and got even more excited. Most people think I'm too old toplay games, but sometimes even old mice need a bit of silly playin the snow. The young mice stood with surprised looks on their faces.Hansa looked at in a way that she could understand what he was thinking.She nodded her head in agreement. Mr Whittle, would you like to comeand play in the snow with us now, said timidly. It felt funny toask an old mouse such a silly question as that, but she feltit was the right question to ask. Mr Whittle's eyes grew brighter than thefire our place. Yes, I think I would like that very much,he said. If I can remember right, I could throw a farther and harderthan anyone in the tower. Plus,...

I often only have my books forcompany. I could use some excitement from some young mice like you.Soon they were all standing outside the double doors. Hansa chose Martin to beon his team, while teamed up with Mr Whittle. Each team then builta collection of snowballs. Okay, on the count of three, yelled MrWhittle, already seeming like a much younger mouse. One, two, three. At first, Hansa was still a little scared to hit Mr Whittle witha snowball on purpose. However, after Mr Whittle Got Hansa twice right inthe chest, the fear wore off. Mr Whittle had excellent aim. Forevery snowball that Hansa or was able to throw Mr Whittle through three, Martinjust hid behind the big stick making more snowballs for Hansa to throw. Whenthere's snow, clothes were soaking wet and very little snow was left in thearea near the double doors. They call the truce. However, not beforeMr Whittle was able to let down an avalanche of snow that it gathered onan exposed brick above. Digging themselves out of the snow, Hans and Martinthrew their hands into the air. We give up, they yelled as theyheaded back up the passageway. Hansa asked the question he'd been thinking of forsome time. Mr Whittle, will you tell me how you know my grandfather? I'd love to hear any stories you know of him. Oh, exclaimedMr Whittle. I know lots of stories of your grandfather, as many ofhis stories are also my stories. We were the best of friends when wewere young mice like you living in this very tower. You were exclaimed.Oh yes, but I think I'll save those stories till next time. Nexttime, asked Hansa. Of course,...

...it would make me very happy ifyou'd come visit me. Sometimes you don't even have to bring soup. Definitely, said Hansa, and they bid Mr Whittlell goodbye. Remember, with eachepisode you did both the Audio Ain't the EAP. Put them on all yourdevices and choose your next series at story Momentcom we hope you enjoyed Hans and, in the say of the Big Castle, I'd be right to done. InSixteen.

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