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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 12 · 6 months ago

12 - Tea On The Ledge

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Early that morning, Honza quietly walked through Tower Village, slid down the big rope hanging from the bell in the tower, and headed through the double doors which led to the street. Recently, he had made it a habit of taking short walks by himself before anyone else in the Tower was awake.  

A story moment with Pansa and Dash in thecity of the big castle get more episodes at story. Momento season, one episode, Twelve t on theledge 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 theground. If you look carefully above the eleventh hour, there is a little window. This is Hans's window. Hansa is a very brave field. Mouse though he is not from the city of thebig castle, like his best friend Dash, he has made his home in the village ofthe tower mice. His curtains are opened to day. Theremust be adventure early that morning, Hansa quietlywalked through tower village, slid down the big rope hanging from the bell inthe tower and headed through the double doors which led to the street. Recently he had made it a habit oftaking short walks by himself before any one else in the tower was awake. Each time he strolled the same route, a large loop from the tower around the statue in the centre of OldTown Square am back when dash asked him about his earlymorning, adventures by himself Hansa replied that they were less adventureand, more of a time to think old town square was empty. The hundreds of people who normallyfilled its cobblestone streets hadn't arrived. Yet it was quiet and peacefulas Hans as circled the large statue in the centre of the square and headedback towards the tower. He noticed some one up ahead of him. Itwas the first time he'd seen any one up at that hour, let alone another mousefrom tower village. Hansa moved from a slow walk to aslight jog. He wanted to catch up with the mousebefore they entered in through the double doors. Soon he was running as he approached the tower nearlyreaching the mouse just grasping the...

...door handle Hansa tripped on the edge of acobblestone he flew forward and then tumbled overand over. Finally, he stopped landing just behindthe mouse good early early morning, Hansa saidthe mouse, as he turned around at the noise of Hans's tumble. It was misterwiddle. He bent down grasped, Hans's hand andhelped him to stand mister widdle. What are you doing up? So early respondedHanza. Oh I just like to take walks it's easier at this time when there arefewer shoes to watch out for said Mister widow with a chuckle. I justlike to walk and think Hans's ears perked up. That's what I'vebeen doing. I make a loop around the big statue. Mister wittle pointed theopposite direction. I like to walk around the tower. Oh, that must be why I haven't seen youbefore. I thought I was the first mouse awake, Mister Whittle chuckled again: Oh No,I've been up for hours. I don't sleep as much as I did when I was your age.It's these old bones of mine. They like to creak and crack, keeps me up lateand wakes me up early Hansa thought about that. For a moment it was his favorite thing to lay in bedand sleep and sleep and sleep. That must be terrible. He said. Oh, no,not at all, replied Mister widdle every moment. I'm awake is a moment to livewhether I am reading a good book or taking a nice walk or having aconversation with a young mouse such as yourself. It's my life and I am very happy withit. Hansa didn't, say anything he justnodded and thought about what Mister Whittle had said, and what about youmaster Hansa. What gets you up so early this morning? Handa smiled, I'm just thinking my dayshave been so full lately. I do a lot of scrounging and when I'm not doing thatGash and I explore more and more the city, there's not a lot of time to justthink mister whittle nodded. I have noticedyou always seemed to be going somewhere very busy. Indeed, is it? Okay? If Iask what you're thinking about you don't have to answer, Hansa took in a deep breath: Oh it's!Okay, Mister widdle! You can ask I've just been thinking about my grandfather.I've been in the city for two seasons now spring is nearly here. I just misshim, so I walk in the morning and think about him and the country side. Itmakes me feel better. I had a feeling...

...it was that or him as it were, it mustbe very hard living in the city without your family. It is, I mean, there's a lot ofgoodness too dash and her family include me in just about anythingthey're doing and I like being free to come and go whenever I want to and todo whatever I want to, but sometimes I miss grandfather, Mister widow put his hand on Hans'sshoulder. I tell you what I promised you some weeks ago to share with you astory of when your grandfather- and I were friends here in the city. Why notto day really that would be great right now. Oh, no, not right this moment. I needsome breakfast first, but why don't you meet me at the clockface just before the hour turns to nine Hans agreed with a smile, shook misterwidow's hand and hurried up the rope back towards his home? It was a coupleof hours until he would meet him again. So Hansa had his own breakfast, a bowlof mushy rice with a little apple on top. Then he took a short nap Hans awoke to the sound of the bigclock. As the bell rang at the top of the hour handa leaped from his bed.It's not a m. He shouted I'm late with that. He grabbed the red ribbon.He often carried with him wrapped it around his neck. Like a scarf andheaded for the clock face, there was a small door in the side ofone of the outer walls through which to get to the clock from within the tower.The handle for the door was much higher than normal high enough that a youngmouse would be too small to reach it. The clock was a dangerous place. Hans had turned the handle and passedthrough the door. He stood at the centre of the giant clock face the longhand pointed nearly straight up just a little past the hour. The short bighand pointed straight out to the side at the number nine sitting, with hisback against the pointed end of the shorthand was mister widow laid out before him was a small blanketand on the blanket, was a small tea pot and two cups with saucers. Next to the teapot was a small plate ofcookies? Come sit down, Hansa said Mister widdow.He then poured tea in both cups and placed a cookie on each saucer. Hansa took the Cup and sat down. Miss Maggie made me some cookies, and Iknow I won't get them all. Eaten Hansa tried the cookie. It was delicious.There were bits of chocolate, sprinkled throughout Mister widdle. Why did you want to meetme out here?...

Ah Good Question Master Hansa. I havetwo reasons. The first is that it relates to my story. The second ispractical. What do you mean practical? Well, I have been known to make mystories a bit too long telling it out here. I won't have achoice, but to do it quickly how so pressed Hansa? Well, this is the onlyhour it's safe enough to be out on the clock face in less than an hour. Thishand is going to move to the position at ten o'clock and any one out here isgoing to be in some serious trouble. o Kay said Hansa, and that was that. Do you remember, I told you that yourgrandfather and I were the closest of friends- Hansen nodded. Well, that wasn't alwaystrue at first, we were not friends at all. You see your grandfather. Wasn't acity mouse not from birth. That is not like me. I was born in this tower. Ihave always lived here. Your grandfather. On the other hand, he wasborn in the country side, just like you and just like you, he came to live inthe city of the big castle. Looking for adventure, this much of the story Hansa alreadyknew his grandfather would constantly tell him of the adventure that existedin the city. That's why he encouraged Hansa to move to the city himself whenhe was old enough and that's just what he did. Mister widdle continued when your grandfather showed up one daywith nothing, but a few nuts and berries in an extra pair of trouserswrapped in a cloth and tied to the end of a pole. He was out of his element.There were much fewer mice living in the tower at that time, much fewermouse holes to live in than to day that first night Peter, yourgrandfather slept outside against the side of the Tower Hansa leaned. In a little he had neverknown his grandfather's first name to him. He was just grandfather. It was me who found Petya the nextmorning. I shook him a little to make sure he was all right. Yes, what is itPetra said? Oh nothing said I just checking to make sure you were okay,Petya sat up and looked at me. I could tell in his eyes that there wassomething about me he didn't like who are you. He demanded. I stuck out my hand forhim to shake I'm Walter widdow pleased to make your acquaintance. Petri shook my hand and replied withhis name. Why are you sleeping out here? I askedPetri stood up and slung his pole over his shoulders. What's it to you I'llsleep wherever I want to what's a city...

...boy like you going to do about it, he was very mistrusting of city mice.He later told me it was because he thought city mice were all dishonestthieves really asked Hansa sure to be fair backthen I thought all country mice were slow and unable to think uneducated just goes to show you how little youknow until given some one the chance to prove you wrong. Anyways, I promised Petra that I wasn'tinterested in taking anything from him. I brought him up to the tower to ourhome and introduced him to my parents, and my sister susie Hansa interrupted your sister's namewas Susie Yep Suzanne eloise whittle. Well, itisn't whittle any more. I suppose plus she's gone on ahead of us all, so Mister Wilde paused. For a moment hetook a sip of his tea and a bite of his cookie Hansa understood what he meanthe had his own experience with family who had gone on a head. Hansa took adrink of his tea and waited my family just loved Peter. He becamelike a brother to me. In fact, he once saved my life. Well. To be honest, hesaved my tale many times and I saved his. We had a way of looking out foreach other and we had a way of getting each other in trouble. How do you think I know that you onlyhave a short amount of time to be, on the big hand of this here clock faceexperience your grandfather held on to me with all his strength once when wewere goofing off and forgot to watch the time the hour changed and we bothwent sliding. He grabbed me. At the exact moment I nearly fell Hansa paused and looked for the littlehand of the clock. It was pointing at the six he breathed a sigh of relief.Oh don't worry, Hansa said Mister Wittol, as he noticed. Hans'snervousness. I'm watching the clock closely. Just then a head popped through thedoor. It was dash good morning. Miss Daria, said MisterWidow when he noticed her dash, greeted Mister widdle and thencarefully walked out on to the big hand and sat down next to Hansa. I'm sorry, I don't have an extra cup,for you said: Mister Widdow, Oh that's, okay, I saw the door was open. Is itokay? If I join you, both Hansa and Mister widdow replied.Yes, at the same moment, Hansa took his cookie broke it in halfand handed it to dash. As I was saying Peter and I became thebest of friends, the first thing we did was to build him. A mouse hole. Look upthere. Mister wodl pointed at a little...

...window, just above the eleventh hour. Guess who put that window in you and my grandfather built my home mister will nodded a grin spread acrossHans's face as wide as the clock. Yes only it wasn't your home, it washis and I used to bang on his door every morning. We'd spend the daysscrounging or swimming in the river or hiking in the country side. It was thebest of times, and I realized just how wrong I had been about him. When wefirst met, he wasn't uneducated or slow. He was atleast twice as smart as me and boy was he fast? Even then, hundreds of people wouldstop and stare at our clocktower, the three mice peered over the edgetowards the street below by now the street had filled with onlookers andshoppers Hansa gripped the clock hand a little, tighter mister wodl continued. We would waitjust outside the double doors and watch the people eating some one alwaysdropped something: a Pretzel, a piece of sausage. My favorite was ice cream and when they did we'd raced to see whowould get there first, I only beat Peter once he could run and jump andclimb. It must have been growing up in the country that did it for him dashelbowed Hans in the ribs. A little Hans was also fast, very fast, but dasheddidn't get her name from being slow. Petra lived here for several years, buteventually the country air called him. He said he loved the city, but therewas something about the country that felt more like home. After the wedding he packed up hisstuff and moved home dash interrupted, wait what wedding his wedding to Susie! I didn't noticeit at first, I thought Petra was just being nice. He'd suggest that we bringsusie along on a scrounging trip. She wasn't but a little younger than us,and she was good too. She was a bit smaller and so could get into tighterplaces. I thought he was just smart: bringing an extra set of hands andanother tail mister witl slapped his hand across his knee that rascal allthe while we were taking hikes and getting in trouble. He was falling inlove with Susie. Soon they were taking hikes on theirown and sitting here on the clock face, it was a favorite place for them.They'd sit out here and look out at the big castle long. The hill wait a second said Hansa, but then hepaused and thought for a moment. So they got married. My grandfather married your sister. Your sister is my grandma Anne...

Mister widdle nodded that's correct toevery one else. She was susie or Suzanne, but to Petra she was alwayshis Anne Hansa was amazed. I only have one memory of her startedHansa. She went ahead of us when I was still real little. I remember that shewould make a funny face at me and I would laugh Mister witless ears. Perkedup. Was it something like this and he crossed his eyes stuck out histongue and wiggled his whiskers all at once? Yes, shouted Hansa. I taught her that, though I used to getin trouble with our parents when I do it to Uret the dinner table, all threemices laughed that means Hansa paused. That's yourfamily shouted Dash, clapping her hands together. Mister widdle stuck out hishand towards Hansa Great Uncle Walter Nice to meet you Hansa shook his handrepeatedly. He couldn't stop smiling. Why didn't you tell me before askedHansa? I wanted you to get used to the cityfirst find out who you were here before I did am I home? Did you arrange that? Oh, no,that's just a very happy coincidence. Hansa kept on grinning, listen started. Mister windle! Let'sstop here to for to day, we'll have lots of time to swap stories. I'd liketo hear more about my good friend and his country life, but the big hand isgoing to change in a minute, so we should get going Hans and dash nodded I'll. Take thisahead of you to Mister whiddle said he gathered up the blanket the teapot andthe saucers. He stuck the last bit of cookie in his mouth and headed for thedoor. I'll show you later Hansa just sat there for a minute dashturned towards him and wrapped her legs around the clock hand, can you believeit he's my great uncle? I can't wait to hear more. Actually it makes sense saidDash. Really, yes, remember your first day in the city Hansen nodded. My father said that ayoung mouse had just taken a wife and moved to the country. That's why yourmouse hole was available. Yes, what does that mean? Well, itdidn't occur to me till later, but Miss Maggie once told me how glad she was tohave you living there. She said there hadn't been any one there for years,and she also said it's like it was meant to be so just could have been years ago. Dash Nodded Hanza slapped his handacross his knee and just as he did the big hand moved from the nine topointing at the ten the bell started ringing and now theflat clock had turned into a slide.

Hansa began sliding down, he triedgrabbing hold of something, but he couldn't he slipped from the edge hebegan to fall and just then Dash leaned over the ledge of the clock hand andgrabbed Hansa by the arm. I've got you, she said her legs were still wrappedaround the clock hand, she squeezed her legs together and wrapped her tailaround it as well. She leaned over towards Hansa and grabbed his other arm,with her free hand, hold on she yelled I'm going to swing you and with a greatbreath of air. She Swung Hansa. He moved closer to the centre of the clocknear the door, but he still couldn't reach it. She swung again and he wasable to grab hold of the ledge carefully. He pulled himself up and satdown dash carefully slid down to be next to him as they both stood laughingat the excitement of it. All Dash exclaimed, you're jest all aboutrepeating history. Aren't you remember with each episode you did boththe Audio and pepene put them on all your devices and choose your net seriesat story moment, O Tom. We hope you enjoyed, hunt and dash in the say ofthe big castle up write to thouand. Sixteen.

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