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

Season 1, Episode 12 · 8 months ago

12 - Tea On The Ledge


Get the ebook: 

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 Hansa and Dashin the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story momentcom seasonone, episode twelve. T on the Ledge. There is a tower justoff of Old Town Square in the city of the big castle. On everyside is a clock face, but the western side is the largest and thoughit can't be seen from the ground, if you look carefully, above theeleventh hour there is a little window. This is Hansa's window. Hanza isa very brave field mouse, though he is not from the city of thebig castle. Like his best friends, he has made his home in thevillage of the tower mice. His curtains are and today there must be adventure. Early that morning Hansa quietly walked through tower village, slid down the bigrope hanging from the bell in the tower and headed through the double doors whichled to the street. Recently he had made it a habit of taking shortwalks by himself before anyone else in the tower was awake. Each time hestrolled the same route, a large loop from the tower around the statue inthe center of Old Town Square and back. When Dash asked him about his earlymorning adventures by himself. Hansa replied that they were less adventure and moreof a time to think. Old Town Square was empty. The hundreds ofpeople who normally filled its cobblestone streets hadn't arrived yet. It was quiet andpeaceful. As Hansa circled the large statue in the center of the square andheaded back towards the tower, he noticed someone up ahead of him. Itwas the first time he'd seen anyone up at that hour, let alone anothermouse from tower village. Hansa moved from a slow walk to a slight jog. He wanted to catch up with the mouse before they entered in through thedouble doors. Soon he was running as he approached the tower, nearly reachingthe mouse. Just grasping the door handle,...

Hansa tripped on the edge of acobblestone. He flew forward and then tumbled over and over. Finally hestopped, landing just behind the mouse. Good, early, early morning,Hansa, said the mouse as he turned around at the noise of Hansa's tumble. It was mister whittle. He bent down, grasped Hansa's hand and helpedhim to stand. Mister Whittle, what are you doing up so early,responded Hansa. Oh, I just liked to take walks. It's easier atthis time, when there are fewer shoes to watch out for, said MisterWhittle with a chuckle. I disliked to walk and think. Hans's ears perkedup. That's what I've been doing. I make a loop around the bigstatue. Mister wittle pointed the opposite direction. I like to walk around the tower. Oh, that must be why I haven't seen you before. Ithought 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 didwhen I was your age. It's these old bones of mine. They liketo creak and crack. Keeps me up late and wakes me up early.Hansa thought about that for a moment. It was his favorite thing to layin bed and sleep and sleep and sleep. That must be terrible, he said. Oh No, not at all, replied Mr Whittle. Every moment I'mawake is a moment to live, whether I'm reading a good book ortaking a nice walk or having a conversation with a young mouse such as yourself. It's my life and I'm very happy with it. Hansa didn't say anything. He just nodded and thought about what Mr Whittle had said. And whatabout you, Master Hansa? What gets you up so early this morning?Hansa smiled. I'm just thinking. My days have been so full lately.I do a lot of scrounging and when I'm not doing that and I exploremore and more the city, there's not a lot of time to just think. Mr Whittle nodded. I have noticed you always seem to be going somewhere, very busy indeed. Is it okay if I ask what you're thinking about? You don't have to answer. Hans it took in a deep breath.Oh, it's okay, Mr Whittle, you can ask. I've just beenthinking about my grandfather. I've been in the city for two seasons now.Spring is nearly here. I just miss him, so I walk in themorning and think about him and the countryside.

It makes me feel better. Ihad a feeling it was that or him, as it were. Itmust be very hard living in the city without your family. It is.I mean there's a lot of goodness to dash and her family include me andjust about anything they're doing, and I like being free to come and gowhenever I want to and to do whatever I want to. But sometimes Imiss grandfather. Mr wittle put his hand on Hans's shoulder. I tell youwhat. I promised you some weeks ago to share with you a story ofwhen your grandfather and I were friends here in the city. Why not today? Really, that would be great. Right now. Oh No, notright this moment. I need some breakfast first, but why don't you meetme at the clock face just before the hour turns the nine? Hans agreedwith a smile, shook Mr Whittle's hand and her up the rope back towardshis home. It was a couple of hours until he would meet him again. So Hansa had his own breakfast, a bowl of mushy rice with alittle apple on top. Then he took a short nap. Hansa woke tothe sound of the big clock. As the bell rang at the top ofthe hour, Hansa leaped from his bed. It's not a m he shouted.I'm late with that. He grabbed the red ribbon he often carried withhim, wrapped it around his neck like a scarf and headed for the clockface. There was a small door in the side of one of the outerwalls through which to get to the clock from within the tower. The handlefor the door was much higher than normal, high enough that a young mouse wouldbe too small to reach it. The clock was a dangerous place.Hansa turned the handle and passed through the door. He stood at the centerof the giant clock face. The long hand pointed nearly straight up, justa little past the hour. The short big hand pointed straight out to theside at the number nine. Sitting with his back against the pointed end ofthe shorthand was Mr Whittle. Laid out before him was a small blanket andon the blanket was a small teapot and two cups with saucers. Next tothe teapot was a small plate of cookies. Come sit down, Hansa, saidMr Whittle. He then poured tea in both cups and placed a cookieon each saucer. Hansa took the Cup and sat down. Miss Maggie mademe some cookies and I know I won't get them all eaten. Hansa triedthe cookie. It was delicious. There were bits of chocolate sprinkled throughout MrWhittle, why did you want to meet me out here? Ah, goodquestion, master Hansa. I have two...

...reasons. The first is that itrelates to my story. The second is practical. What do you mean practical? Well, I have been known to make my stories a bit too long. Telling it out here, I won't have a choice but to do itquickly. How So, Pressed Hanza. Well, this is the only hourit's safe enough to be out on the clock face. In less than anhour, this hand is going to move to the position at ten o'clock andanyone out here is going to be in some serious trouble. Okay, saidHansa, and that was that. Do you remember I told you that yourgrandfather and I were the closest of friends? Hansa nodded. Well, that wasn'talways true. At first, we were not friends at all. YouSee, your grandfather wasn't a city mouse, not from birth. That is notlike me. I was born in this tower, I have always livedhere. Your grandfather, on the other hand, he was born in thecountryside, just like you, and just like you, he came to livein the city of the big castle looking for adventure. This much of thestory Hansa already knew his grandfather would constantly tell him of the adventure that existedin the city. That's why he encouraged Hanza to move to the city himselfwhen he was old enough, and that's just what he did. Mr Woodellcontinued. When your grandfather showed up one day with nothing but a few nutsand berries and an extra pair of trousers wrapped in a cloth and tied tothe inn of a pole, he was out of his element. There weremuch fewer mice living in the tower at that time, much fewer mouseholes tolive in than today. That first night, petter, your grandfather, slept outsideagainst the side of the tower. Hansa leaned in a little. Hehad never known his grandfather's first name. To him, he was just grandfather. It was me who found Petra the next morning. I shook hima little to make sure he was all right. Yes, what is it, Petra said. Oh, nothing, said, I just checking to makesure you were okay. Petra sat up and looked at me. I couldtell in his eyes that there was something about me he didn't like. Whoare you, he demanded. I stuck out my hand for him to shake. I'm Walter Whittle, pleased to make your acquaintance. Petra shook my handand replied with his name. Why are you sleeping out here, I asked? Petri stood up and slung his pole over his shoulders. What's it toyou? I'll sleep wherever I want to.

What's a city boy like you goingto do about it? He was very mistrusting of city mice. Helater told me it was because he thought city mice were all dishonest thieves.Really, asked Hansa. Sure to be fair, back then I thought allcountry mice were slow and unable to think, uneducated. Just goes to show youhow little you know until given someone the chance to prove you wrong.Anyways, I promised petro that I wasn't interested in taking anything from him.I brought him up to the tower, to our home, and introduced themto my parents and my sister, susie. Hansa interrupted. Your sister's name wasSusie. Yep, Suzanne Alois Whittle. Well, it isn't whittle anymore,I suppose. Plus she's gone on ahead of us all. So Mrwittle paused for a moment. He took a sip of his tea and abite of his cookie. Hansa understood what he meant. He had his ownexperience with family who had gone on ahead. Hansa took a drink of his teaand waited. My family just loved petter. He became like a brotherto me. In fact, he once saved my life. Well, tobe honest, he saved my tale many times and I saved his. Wehad a way of looking out for each other and we had a way ofgetting 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 hereclock? Face experience. Your grandfather held on to me with all his strengthonce when we were goofing off and forgot to watch the time. The hourchanged and we both went sliding. He grabbed me at the exact moment Inearly fell. Hansa paused and looked for the little hand of the clock.It was pointing at the six. He breathed a sigh of relief. Ohdon't worry, Hansa, said Mr Whittle as he noticed Hans's nervousness. I'mwatching the clock closely. Just then ahead popped through the door. It wasgood morning, Miss Daria, said Mr Whittlewhinnnie noticed her, greeted Mr Whittleand then carefully walked out onto the big hand and sat down next to Hansa. I'm sorry, I don't have an extra cut for you, said MrWhittle. Well, that's okay. I saw the door was open. Isit okay if I join you? Both Hansa and Mr Widow replied yes.At the same moment. Hansa took his cookie, broke it in half andhanded it to dash. As I was saying, petter and I became thebest of friends. The first thing we did was to build him a mousehole. Look up there, MR wittoll...

...pointed at a little window just abovethe eleventh hour. Guess who put that window in? You and my grandfatherbuilt my home. Mr wittle nodded. A grind spread across Hans's face aswide as the clock. Yes, only it wasn't your home, it washis, and I used to bang on his door every morning. We'd spendthe day scrounging or swimming in the river or hiking in the countryside. Itwas the best of times, and I realized just how wrong I had beenabout him when we first met. He wasn't uneducated or slow. He wasat least twice as smart as me, and boy was he fast. Eventhen, hundreds of people would stop and stare at our clock tower. Thethree mice peered over the edge towards the street below. By now the streethad filled with onlookers and shoppers. Hansa gripped the clock hand a little tighter. Mr Wittow continued. We would wait just outside the double doors and watchthe people eating. Someone always drop something, a Pretzel, a piece of sausage, my favorite was ice cream, and when they did we'd race tosee who would get there first. I only beat petter once. He couldrun and jump and climb. It must have been growing up in the countrythat did it for him. Elbowed Hans in the ribs a little. Hansowas also fast, very fast, but dash didn't get her name from beingslow. Petro lived here for several years, but eventually the country are called him. He said he loved the city, but there was something about the countrythat felt more like home. After the wedding he packed up his stuffand moved home. Interrupted wait. What wedding? His wedding to Susie Ididn't notice it at first. I thought Petra was just being nice. He'dsuggest that we bring susie along on a scrounging trip. She wasn't but alittle younger than us, and she was good too. She was a bitsmaller and so could get into tighter places. I thought he was just smart bringingan extra set of hands. And another tale. Mr Whittle slapped hishand across his knee. That rascal. All the while we were taking hikesand getting in trouble, he was falling in love with Susie. Soon theywere taking hikes on their own and sitting here on the clock face. Itwas a favorite place for them. They'd sit out here and look out atthe big castle on the hill. Wait a second, said Hansa, butthen he paused and thought for a moment. So they got married. My grandfathermarried your sister. Your sister is my grandma, and Mr Whittle nodded. That's correct. To everyone else she...

...was susie or Suzanne, but topety she was always his aunt. Hansa was amazed. I only have onememory of her. Started, Hansa, she went ahead of us when Iwas still real little. I remember that she would make a funny face atme and I would laugh. Mister Whittle's ears perked up. Was it somethinglike this? And he crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and wiggled hiswhiskers all at once. Yes, shouted Hansa. I taught her that, though I used to get in trouble with our parents when I do itto her at the dinner table. All three mice laughed. That means Hansapaused. That's your family, shouted Dash, clapping her hands together. Mister whittlestuck out his hand towards Hansa. Great Uncle Walter, nice to meetyou. Hansa shook his hand repeatedly. He couldn't stop smiling. Why didn'tyou tell me before, asked Hansa. I wanted you to get used tothe city first, find out who you were here before I did. AmI home? Did you arrange that? Oh No, that's just a veryhappy coincidence. Hansa kept on grinning. Listen, started mister wittle. Let'sstop here for to day we'll have lots of time to swap stories. I'dlike to hear more about my good friend in his country life, but thebig hand is going to change in a minute, so we should get going. Hans and dash nodded. I'll take this ahead of you. Two MisterWhittle said he he gathered up the blanket, the teapot and the saucers. Hestuck the last bit of cookie in his mouth and headed for the door. I'll show you laid Hansa just sat there for a minute, turned towardshim and wrapped her legs around the clock hand. Can you believe it?He's my great uncle. I can't wait to hear more. Actually it makessense. Said really, yes, remember your first day in the city.Hans and nodded. My father said that a young mouse had just taken awife and moved to the country. That's why your Mousehole was available. Yes, what does that mean? Well, it didn't occur to me till later, but Miss Maggie once told me how glad she was to have you livingthere. She said there hadn't been anyone there for years, and she alsosaid it's like it was meant to be. So just could have been years ago. nodded. Hansa slapped his hand across his knee and just as hedid, the big hand moved from the nine to pointing at the ten,the bell started ringing, and now the flat clock had turned into a slide. Hansa began sliding down. He tried...

...grabbing hold of something, but hecouldn't. He slipped from the edge. He began to fall and just thenleaned over the ledge of the clock hand and grabbed Hansa by the arm.I've got you, she said. Her legs were still wrapped around the clockhand. She squeezed her legs together and wrapped her tail around it as well. She leaned over towards Hansa and grabbed his other arm with her free handhold on she yelled, I'm going to swing you and with a great breathof air, she swung Hanza. He moved closer to the center of theclock, near the door, but he still couldn't reach it. She swungagain and he was able to grab hold of the Ledge. Carefully, hepulled himself up and sat down. Carefully slid down to be next to him. As they both stood laughing at the excitement of it all. Exclaimed you'rejust all about repeating history, aren't you? Remember? With each episode you didboth the Audio Ain't the EAP, put them on all your devices andchoose unit series at story Momentcom we hope you enjoyed Hanjan in the Shay ofthe big castle. I've right to done in sixteen.

In-Stream Audio Search


Search across all episodes within this podcast

Episodes (21)