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

Season 1, Episode 10 · 2 years ago

10 - The Family Meal


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Honza’s ears perked up in surprise. “It’s okay if you want to take today off,” said Mr. Green, the grocery mouse. “But,” started Honza. “The big family meal is tomorrow. You said we’d need to work extra hard to scrounge enough food for it.”

A story moment with Hansa and Dash in the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story MOMENTCOM SEASON One, episode ten, the family meal. 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. Hanza is a very brave field mouse, though he is not from the city of the big castle. Like his best friend DA, he has made his home in the village of the tower mice. His curtains are open today. There must be adventure. Hansa's ears perked up in surprise. It's O K if you want to take to day off, said Mister Green, the grocery mouse. But started Hansa. The big family meal is tomorrow, you said we need to work extra hard to scrounge enough food for it. Mister Green nodded his head. Yes, I did say that, but on second thought, maybe it would be better to use up all the food we have now. Yeah, that's a good idea, much better than you scrounging to day. Hansa didn't understand. His arrangement with Mister Green was to scrounge for the grocery stall in the village market place, and Mister Green would provide him with a daily ration of food and supplies. This way, Hansa only needed to scrounge one or two days a week, but he'd have food every day. What's wrong with me scrounging to day, asked Hansa. Mister Green rubbed his hands together nervously. Oh, nothing, it's it's just such a beautiful day. You should stay at home and look out your window at it. Yeah, be inside to day. Plus that carrot you brought me yesterday. Wow, it was big. We'll say that it was for yesterday and to day even tomorrow. Take a few days off. A few days off, questioned Hansa. But what about the big family meal tomorrow,...

...when every mouse in the tower brings food to share and we sing and dance and tell of why we're thankful? This year? You said we'd need more food. Mister Green let his shoulders hang low. I did say that and, to be truthful, we do need more food, a lot more. The big family meal is my biggest day of the year. Every mouse in the tower is looking for something and I almost always have it. Mister Green looked over the supplies of his stall. There were foods of every color, thin slivers of Red Apple and chunks of orange and white cheeses. There were stacks of Brown bread slices and a variety of green and purple lettuces. Each was wrapped in a different kind of plastic. Whatever Hansa could find for him to keep them fresh. Reluctantly, Mister Green responded, I suppose we could use some more Greens of rice, maybe ten or fifteen perfect. The Chef in the Tower cafe is always dropping rice behind the counter. I can get some me back in no time. The cafe was just across the street from the old clock tower. It was where Hans's best friend had taught Hansa how to find whatever food they needed. Maybe if you check the grocer on Fifth Street, suggested Mr Green, as though he hadn't heard Hansa. Fifth Street? That's at least a half day's journey. Plus the cafe always has rise. It's no problem. Satisfied with his task, Hansa turned to leave when Mr Green quickly yelled out a warning. Watch out, for the CAT. The hair on the back of Hans's neck stood straight out. He slowly turned back to Mr Green. What cat? There's no cat in the tower and neither is there one in the cafe. Oh, Hansa, I didn't want to tell you. There's been a buzz about the marketplace. A cat was seen at the cafe last night. Hansa shifted nervously from foot to foot. Mr Green continued. You know Mr Filch's Hansa shook his head. There were hundreds of mice living in Tower village and he only knew a few by name. He runs the tool stall down the way. Well, he was at the cafe last night looking for chunk of tomato for his wife. She loves tomato soup. He found a big, juicy one in the bin. He tied his scavenging rope around it and nearly had a doll when the biggest cat he'd ever seen came bursting out of the kitchen door towards the bin. filches...

...dropped the tomato and barely made it away with his tail in one piece. Hans's lower lip dropped to the floor. Really a cat at the cafe. Like most mice, there were very few things that scared Hansa. He didn't mind heights, or new places or even the dark. To him, Heights were exciting, a new place meant an opportunity for exploration and discovery, and his grandfather wants taught him that there was nothing in the dark that wasn't there in the light. But there was one thing that made his knees knocked together at the bare mention of them. Cats. Cats are much bigger than mice, Hansa thought, and he can never really understand them when they spoke. Their language was similar to that of mice, but they spoke it with a different accent, and that made them strange, not just a Hansa. Of course, most mice felt that way, no matter how friendly a cat may truly be. Very few mice were willing to find out, and Hanza was no exception. So have I convinced you to skip scrounging today? Asked Mr Green. Hansa took in a deep breath and shook his head. No. We have an agreement and I must keep my word. Plus, like you said, tomorrow's your biggest day of the year. I don't want to ruin the big family meal. It's my first one. Mr Green put his hand on Hansa's shoulder. Be careful and maybe take das with you. Hansa headed straight for Dash's house. She was at home alone. Mom is helping Miss Susan prepare her dish for tomorrow's big family meal, and Dad and Martin went with flicker to get a few acorn from Chester, the Red Squirrel. Hansa told the story of the cat. Just shrugged her shoulders. You're not scared, asked Hansa. Scared? Why would I be scared? Cats are that big. said. Have you known many cats? Asked Hansa. Well, no, I've never actually talked to a cat. There used to be one that lived in the lower parts of the tower. He was pretty old though, didn't move much. Feeling more confident, Hansa led dashed down the passageway to the rope leading to the bell in the tower. They gripped the rope tightly with their arms, legs and tails and slid to the ground. Heading through the double doors leading to the street, Hansa led the way, weaving through the legs of the passers by, towards the cafe across the street. The large cobblestones which made up the street made running a bit of a chore.

Mice must pay close attention to where they placed their feet when they run across cobblestones. One wrong foot and the trip on the edge of the next stone. Once through the mass of people, the two mice were nearly to the cafe. Wait, yelled out dash. Hansa stopped and turned towards her. What do you see? The cat? Should we hide? No, no cat yet. What is it? Asked Hansa. You didn't say what Mister Green is looking for. Oh, nothing big, just some rice grains. That's what I was afraid of. Hansa scrutched up his eyebrows. Is that a problem? Dash led Hansa over to the side of the cafe and sat down with her back against its outer wall. If it were a tomato or some pasta or bread or something, we'd get it from the Bin. Right. Sure, answered Hansa. But Rice Greens aren't in the trash bin. No, but the chef drops them all the time in the kitchen. Dash didn't say anything. She just stared at Hansa. The kitchen, he said, slapping his hand to his forehead. That's where the cat will be. Exactly it was going to be tough enough getting in and out of the trash bin without being seen. Getting in the kitchen without dealing with the cat is going to be impossible. Hansa thought for a moment. What if he began? No, that won't work. Then again, how about no, the cat will see us for sure, Dash stood up. Suddenly, I've got it. She shared her idea with Hansa, who nodded his agreement. It could work, he said, and if it doesn't, well, who knows what will happen. The two mice got to their feet and continued along the outer wall of the cafe towards the back. When they approached the giant rectangular trash Bin, they stopped. They hid behind one of the wheels of the bin. Look, said Hansa, pointing towards the back door of the calf Faye, a black, shabby cat was sitting on the top step leading into the cafe. It's just like you thought it would be. Should we keep going? It's worth a try, said then she did the most amazing thing. Instead of going from dark spot to dark spot hiding from the cat, she walked straight out into the open. Hansa followed right behind her, nervously as walked out into the open. The cat spotted the two mice and... onto all four legs. Stopped. Then, very slowly, she continued walking straight for the cat until she was right before her. The cat stared daringly at Hans and it took a tiny step forward towards them. The two mice stood perfectly still. Are you scared? Asked the cat. Yes, replied both mice at the same time. Will you hide your tails, turn and run? Then the two mice shook their heads. You're scared, quiz the cat again. The mice nodded. But you won't run. The mice nodded again. The cat let out a deep sigh and sat back down. A broad smile spread across her mouth. Good, finally some one to talk to. Hansa and dash exchanged confused looks. I just moved here. I was living on the other side of the city, but my person brought me here and I don't know anyone. Hansa didn't know what to do. He began to back away, but quickly changed his mind and sat down on the cobblestone. Dash noticed him and sat beside him. The cat held out her front paw. I'm Nellie, Hansa, said Hansa, giving Nellie's paw a little shake. Dash followed. Dash. Nellie continued. And you two live near here? I hope so. All I ever see are people coming to eat at the cafe or the ones who work in the kitchen. They're kind of big and scary. I could use some friends that are more on my level, some one to talk to. Dash smiled. We lift right over there in the tower. Oh really, I love watching the dancing figures when the bell rings, don't you? Said Nellie. Hansa and dash nodded. So what brings you to my cafe? You're not here to steal, are you? Nellie jumped to her feet suddenly and inched closer to the mice. Hansa and dash shrunk back a little. I don't like thieves, continued Nellie. At this dash stood up and spoke firmly. Tower mice do not steal. We only take what's been dropped or thrown out. Nellie sat back on her hind legs and clapped her front paws. Oh goody, she said, then we can be friends. The mice breathed a sigh of relief. We...

...are here for some food, though, continued dash. Then Nellie said the most unexpected thing. Do you need some help? A mouse was just here yesterday. He was in the trash bin there trying to get a tomato out. Silly Mouse. That tomato was obviously too big for him to carry. I was watching him from the edge of the BIN. He thought he could carry it with a little rope. The tomato was going to crush him. Nellie laughed and shook her head. I jumped down next to him to offer my assistance. Instead of being grateful, he threw the tomato and to the air and ran off. Hansa looked at you. Were trying to help him, as Hansa. Of course, my mother taught me always to help when there's an opportunity to Hans and nodded and smiled. Well, we could use your help if you're offering it. Nellie turned a circle like she was chasing her tail. Of course. What can I do for you, my little mice friends? We're having a big family meal tomorrow, started Hansa. Oh, like with your brothers and sisters, bigger, Hansa said. Once a year all the mice and tower village share a meal together. We sing and dance and tell why we're thankful. It's called the big family meal. WHO said, Nellie, that sounds great to many mice live in the tower. Hundreds said. Well, how could I help? We came to scrounge for some rice grains, maybe ten or fifteen. The cafe chef normally drops a few on the ground. We were hoping to get some without being seen. and You promise you'll only take the ones which have dropped, you won't steal? Both mice put one of their hands in the air like they were swearing an oath. We promise US good. Follow me with that. Nellie stood and headed up the steps of the cafe back entrance. Stay between me and the wall. They won't be able to see you. Hansa and dash did as they were instructed and kept pace with Nellie as she entered the cafe's kitchen and then walked along one wall. There were three people in the kitchen. One was washing dishes in the sink, a second was chopping vegetables on the counter. The last, who wore a white apron and a big hat, was pouring something into a pot of boiling water. Dash whispered to Hansa, it's the king. They both laughed. Though very quietly. As nellie led them closer to the chef, they saw what he was pouring into the water. It was rice and just as Hans had predicted, as he emptied the...

...bag into the pot, a number of grains fell to the floor. The chef used his foot to sweep the grains of rice towards the wall. Nellie led the two mice right to the pile of rice. This is great, said Dash. Just then the chef bent down. Hansa and dashed dove under Nellie. Good Kitty, said the chef. Are you keeping US safe from many rodents? Nellie let out a long purr as the chef scratched her head. The chef then stood and continued cooking. Nellie turned and stuck her head under her legs, looking at Hans and dash upside down. You should hurry. Hans and dash filled their scrounging sacks with as many Rice Greens as they could. Each of their sacks carried about twenty pieces. Slowly they followed beside Nellie as they left the kitchen. That was incredible, said Hansa. When they were back in the alley, Nellie bowed down a little bit and dipped her head no problem, glad to help, she said. Now that you have your food, I suppose you'll be off. Hansa nodded. Will you be back any time soon? Of course, we scavenged from this trash bin here every week. Goody, said Nellie. With that the mice bid farewell to their new friend, a giant, scary cat laughed ash as they wove their way back to the tower. Hansa laughed repeatedly. The two mice returned to Mister Green and presented him with the rice. Well done, Hansa, he said. How did you manage to get all this rice with the cat not getting to you? When Hansa had shared the story of how they met Nellie and got the rice, Mr Green couldn't stop laughing. He through the tomato up into the air. That sounds like classic Mr Filch's when we will your rage. He was frightened of his own shadow. Their task completed for the day, Hansa returned to his home to prepare his dish for the big family meal. Found her mother and father already home when she arrived. More laughing ensued as they shared Nellie's tail. The next day Hans and met the short tails in the market place around midday. Already it had been transformed. It seems every mouse in the tower had brought their own dining tables from their homes and line them up end to end, stretching the whole length the village. Spread on each table was every dish a mouse could desire, candied carrots, toasted tomatoes, buttered bread, and on every table was a large bowl of rice. It was the first time Hansa had seen all the tower mice... one place. There were still so many whose names he had not learned, so many mice to meet. He'd lived in the city of the big castle for several months, yet he felt as though he was still just the simple mouse from the country. As he dug into a slice of orange someone had brought he shared Nellie story with those around him. He was most thankful for their friendship and family they all gave to him. At the end of the day, as the singing and dancing calm down and the tower mice began packing up their tables and packing away the leftover food, and idea came to Hansa. He shared the idea with Da, who agreed it was the perfect way to end the day. Filling a large paper sack with as many of the leftovers as they could Hansa and carried it down the passage way, out the double doors, across the cobblestones into the back alleyway behind the cafe. Together with Nellie, they shared a few more bites of tasty treats and each mouth shared how, that day they were most thankful for a new friend. A big scary cat laughed. Nellie. Remember with each episode you did both the Audio Ain't the 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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