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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 · 1 year 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 Hansa and Dash in the city of the big castle. Get more episodes at story momentcom season one, episode twelve. T on the Ledge. 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. Hanza is a very brave field mouse, though he is not from the city of the big castle. Like his best friends, he has made his home in the village 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 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. Each time he strolled the same route, a large loop from the tower around the statue in the center of Old Town Square and back. When Dash asked him about his early morning adventures by himself. Hansa replied that they were less adventure and more of a time to think. Old Town Square was empty. The hundreds of people who normally filled its cobblestone streets hadn't arrived yet. It was quiet and peaceful. As Hansa circled the large statue in the center of the square and headed back towards the tower, he noticed someone up ahead of him. It was the first time he'd seen anyone up at that hour, let alone another mouse 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 the double doors. Soon he was running as he approached the tower, nearly reaching the mouse. Just grasping the door handle,...

Hansa tripped on the edge of a cobblestone. He flew forward and then tumbled over and over. Finally he stopped, 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 helped him to stand. Mister Whittle, what are you doing up so early, responded Hansa. Oh, I just liked to take walks. It's easier at this time, when there are fewer shoes to watch out for, said Mister Whittle with a chuckle. I disliked to walk and think. Hans's ears perked up. That's what I've been doing. I make a loop around the big statue. Mister wittle pointed the opposite direction. I like to walk around the tower. Oh, that must be why I haven't seen you before. 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 late and wakes me up early. Hansa thought about that for a moment. It was his favorite thing to lay in bed and sleep and sleep and sleep. That must be terrible, he said. Oh No, not at all, replied Mr Whittle. Every moment I'm awake is a moment to live, whether I'm reading a good book or taking 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 what about 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 explore more 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 been thinking 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 the morning and think about him and the countryside.

It makes me feel better. I had a feeling it was that or him, as it were. It must 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 and just about anything they're doing, and I like being free to come and go whenever I want to and to do whatever I want to. But sometimes I miss grandfather. Mr wittle put his hand on Hans's shoulder. I tell you what. I promised you some weeks ago to share with you a story of when your grandfather and I were friends here in the city. Why not today? Really, that would be great. Right now. Oh No, not right this moment. I need some breakfast first, but why don't you meet me at the clock face just before the hour turns the nine? Hans agreed with a smile, shook Mr Whittle's hand and her up the rope back towards his 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 a little apple on top. Then he took a short nap. Hansa woke to the sound of the big clock. As the bell rang at the top of the 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 with him, wrapped it around his neck like a scarf and headed for the clock face. There was a small door in the side of one 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 young mouse would be too small to reach it. The clock was a dangerous place. Hansa turned the handle and passed through the door. He stood at the center of the giant clock face. The long hand pointed nearly straight up, just a little past the hour. The short big hand pointed straight out to the side at the number nine. Sitting with his back against the pointed end of the shorthand was Mr Whittle. Laid out before him was a small blanket and on the blanket was a small teapot and two cups with saucers. Next to the teapot was a small plate of cookies. Come sit down, Hansa, said Mr Whittle. 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 I know I won't get them all eaten. Hansa tried the cookie. It was delicious. There were bits of chocolate sprinkled throughout Mr Whittle, why did you want to meet me out here? Ah, good question, master Hansa. I have two...

...reasons. The first is that it relates 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 it quickly. How So, Pressed Hanza. Well, this is the only hour it's safe enough to be out on the clock face. In less than an hour, this hand is going to move to the position at ten o'clock and anyone out here is going to be in some serious trouble. Okay, said Hansa, and that was that. Do you remember I told you that your grandfather and I were the closest of friends? Hansa nodded. Well, that wasn't always true. At first, we were not friends at all. You See, your grandfather wasn't a city mouse, not from birth. That is not like me. I was born in this tower, I have always lived here. Your grandfather, on the other hand, he was born in the countryside, just like you, and just like you, he came to live in the city of the big castle looking for adventure. This much of the story Hansa already knew his grandfather would constantly tell him of the adventure that existed in the city. That's why he encouraged Hanza to move to the city himself when he was old enough, and that's just what he did. Mr Woodell continued. When your grandfather showed up one day with nothing but a few nuts and berries and an extra pair of trousers wrapped in a cloth and tied to the inn of a pole, he was out of his element. There were much fewer mice living in the tower at that time, much fewer mouseholes to live in than today. That first night, petter, your grandfather, slept outside against the side of the tower. Hansa leaned in a little. He had never known his grandfather's first name. To him, he was just grand father. It was me who found Petra the next morning. I shook him a little to make sure he was all right. Yes, what is it, Petra said. Oh, nothing, said, I just checking to make sure you were okay. Petra sat up and looked at me. I could tell in his eyes that there was something about me he didn't like. Who are you, he demanded. I stuck out my hand for him to shake. I'm Walter Whittle, pleased to make your acquaintance. Petra shook my hand and 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 to you? I'll sleep 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 dishonest thieves. Really, asked Hansa. Sure to be fair, back then I thought all country mice were slow and unable to think, uneducated. Just goes to show you how 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 them to my parents and my sister, susie. Hansa interrupted. Your sister's name was Susie. Yep, Suzanne Alois Whittle. Well, it isn't whittle anymore, I suppose. Plus she's gone on ahead of us all. So Mr wittle paused for a moment. He took a sip of his tea and a bite of his cookie. Hansa understood what he meant. He had his own experience with family who had gone on ahead. Hansa took a drink of his tea and waited. My family just loved petter. He became like a brother to me. In fact, he once saved my life. Well, to be honest, he saved my tale many times and I saved his. We had a way of looking out for each other and we had a way of getting each other in trouble. How do you think I know that you only have a short amount of time to be on the big hand of this here clock? Face experience. Your grandfather held on to me with all his strength once when we were goofing off and forgot to watch the time. The hour changed and we both went sliding. He grabbed me at the exact moment I nearly fell. Hansa paused and looked for the little hand of the clock. It was pointing at the six. He breathed a sigh of relief. Oh don't worry, Hansa, said Mr Whittle as he noticed Hans's nervousness. I'm watching the clock closely. Just then ahead popped through the door. It was good morning, Miss Daria, said Mr Whittlewhinnnie noticed her, greeted Mr Whittle and 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 Mr Whittle. Well, that's okay. I saw the door was open. Is it okay if I join you? Both Hansa and Mr Widow replied yes. At the same moment. Hansa took his cookie, broke it in half and handed it to dash. As I was saying, petter and I became the best of friends. The first thing we did was to build him a mouse hole. Look up there, MR wittoll...

...pointed at a little window just above the eleventh hour. Guess who put that window in? You and my grandfather built my home. Mr wittle nodded. A grind spread across Hans's face as wide as the clock. Yes, only it wasn't your home, it was his, and I used to bang on his door every morning. We'd spend the day scrounging or swimming in the river or hiking in the countryside. It was the best of times, and I realized just how wrong I had been about him when we first met. He wasn't uneducated or slow. He was at least twice as smart as me, and boy was he fast. Even then, hundreds of people would stop and stare at our clock tower. The three mice peered over the edge towards the street below. By now the street had 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 watch the people eating. Someone always drop something, a Pretzel, a piece of sausage, my favorite was ice cream, and when they did we'd race to see who would get there first. I only beat petter once. He could run and jump and climb. It must have been growing up in the country that did it for him. Elbowed Hans in the ribs a little. Hanso was also fast, very fast, but dash didn't get her name from being slow. 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 country that felt more like home. After the wedding he packed up his stuff and moved home. Interrupted wait. What wedding? His wedding to Susie I didn't notice it at first. I thought Petra was just being nice. He'd suggest that we bring susie 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 tighter places. I thought he was just smart bringing an extra set of hands. And another tale. Mr Whittle slapped his hand across his knee. That rascal. All the while we were taking hikes and getting in trouble, he was falling in love with Susie. Soon they were taking hikes on their own 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 on the hill. Wait a second, said Hansa, but then he paused and thought for a moment. So they got married. My grandfather married your sister. Your sister is my grandma, and Mr Whittle nodded. That's correct. To everyone else she...

...was susie or Suzanne, but to pety she was always his aunt. Hansa was amazed. I only have one memory of her. Started, Hansa, she went ahead of us when I was still real little. I remember that she would make a funny face at me and I would laugh. Mister Whittle's ears perked up. Was it something like this? And he crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and wiggled his whiskers all at once. Yes, shouted Hansa. I taught her that, though I used to get in trouble with our parents when I do it to her at the dinner table. All three mice laughed. That means Hansa paused. That's your family, shouted Dash, clapping her hands together. Mister whittle stuck out his hand towards Hansa. Great Uncle Walter, nice to meet you. Hansa shook his hand repeatedly. He couldn't stop smiling. Why didn't you tell me before, asked Hansa. I wanted you to get used to the city first, 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 wittle. Let's stop here for to day we'll have lots of time to swap stories. I'd like to hear more about my good friend in his country life, but the big 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 Mister Whittle said he he gathered up the blanket, the teapot and the saucers. He stuck 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 towards him 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 makes sense. Said really, yes, remember your first day in the city. Hans and nodded. My father said that a young mouse had just taken a wife 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 living there. She said there hadn't been anyone there for years, and she also said 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 he did, 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 he couldn't. He slipped from the edge. He began to fall and just then leaned 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 clock hand. 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 hand hold on she yelled, I'm going to swing you and with a great breath of air, she swung Hanza. He moved closer to the center of the clock, near the door, but he still couldn't reach it. She swung again and he was able to grab hold of the Ledge. Carefully, he pulled 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're just all about repeating history, aren't you? 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 Shay of the big castle. I've right to done in sixteen.

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