10 minute Story: Fairy Tale
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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It's time for you to Pinky that big podcast show. Um, Pinky, that pig. And I'm here in my very good friend, Mildred the Moo cow I Pinky, How are you? I'm great. I'm really good to name Hilter it. How are you? I'm really good too. So I thought today we'd just jump right in with a story. Okay, so this is an old English folk tale. It's called Stars in the sky and three women got together and kind of created their own version of it. Their names Caroline, Sherwin Bailey, Kate Douglas Wigan and Nora Archibald Smith and Pinky. It's just a story. Doesn't mean this is what you D'oh! Yes, Thank you. Okay. The stars in the sky. Once upon a time, there was a little last who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars in the sky. On clear, moonless nights, she would lean out her bedroom window gazing up at the 1000 tiny lights scattered across the heavens, wondering what it would be like. Toe hold one in her hand. One warm summer evening a night when the Milky Way shined more brightly than ever before. She decided she couldn't stand it any longer. She just had to touch a star too, no matter what. So she slipped out the window and started off by herself to see if she could reach them. She walked a far far away and then farther still until she came to a mill wheel, creaking and grinding away. Good evening, she said to the mill wheel. I would like to play with the stars in the sky. Have you ever seen them here? I ask round the old mill wheel every night They shine in my face from the surface of this pond until I cannot sleep. Jump in my last and you will find them. The little girl jumped into the pond and swam around until her arms were so tired. She cannot swim any longer, but she could not find any stars. Excuse me. She called to the old mill wheel, but I don't believe there are any stars here after all. Well, there certainly were before you jumped in and stirred the water up the mill wheel called back. So she climbed out and drive herself off as best she could and set out again across the fields after a wash came to a Little Brook murmuring over. It's mossy stones. Good evening, Brooke Lit, she said politely. I'm trying to reach the stars in the sky so I may play with them. Have you seen any near here? Ah, yes. Whispered the Brooklyn. They glint on my bags at night until I cannot sleep. Wait in my lassie and you will find them. So the little girl waited in and paddled around for a while and climbed all over the mossy rocks. But never once did she find a star. Excuse me? She said as politely as she could, but I just don't think there are any stars here. What do you mean, no stars here? The little brook babbled. There are lots of stars here. I see them all the time. On some nights they cover me from the edge of the woods all the way down to the old mill pond. I have more stars here than I know what to do with. And the Brooklyn babbled on and on until it even forgot. The little girl was there, so she tiptoed away across the fields. After a while, she sat down to rest in a meadow and it must have been a fairy meadow because before she knew it ah 100 little fairies came scampering out to dance on the grass There were no taller than toadstools but they were dressed in silver and cold. Good evening, little folks. Said the girl I'm trying to reach the stars in the sky Have you seen any near here? Ah, yes. Saying the fares They glisten every night among the blades of the grass Come and dance with us, little *** and you will find as many stars as you like So the child danced and danced She world round him around in a ring with the little folk But though the glass gleamed beneath her feet she never spied a single star family She could dance no longer And she plopped down inside the ring of fairies I've tried and I've tried but I can't seem to reach the stars down here She cried If you don't help me, I'll never find any to play with The fairies all whisper together. Finally one of them crept up and took her by the hand and said, If you're really determined, you must go forward Keep going forward and mind you take the right road. Ask four feet to carry you to know feet at all and then tell no feed it all to carry you to the stairs without steps. And if you climb that, then I'll be among the stars in the sky. Cried the lassie. If you'll not be there, then you'll be somewhere else won't you left the ferry and he vanished with all the rest. So the little girl set out again with a light heart, and by and by she came to a saddled horse tied to a tree. Good evening, she said. I'm trying to reach the stars in the sky, and I've come so far. My bones are aching. Will you give me a ride? I don't know anything about stars in the sky, the horse replied. I'm here only to do the bidding of the little folk, but I come from the little folk. She cried and they said to tell four feet to carry me to know, feed it all four feet. That's may jump up and ride with me, they wrote. And they wrote in the road till they rode out of the forest and found themselves at the edge of the sea. I've brought you to the end of the land, and that's a CZ Muchas four feet conduce, said the horse. Now I must get home to my own folk. So the little girl slid down and walked along the sea, wondering what in the world she would do next. Until suddenly, the biggest fish eat ever seen came swimming up to her feet. Good evening, she said to the fish. I'm trying to reach the stars in the sky. Can you help me? I'm afraid I can't gurgle the fish. Unless, of course, you bring me word from the little folk. But I d'oh! She cried. They said four feet would bring me to know feed at all. And then no feet. It all would carry me to the stairs without steps. Ah, well, said the fish. That's all right. Then get on my back and hold on. Tight and off. He went up, lash into the water, swimming along a silver path that glistened on the surface and seemed to stretch toward the end of the sea, where the water met the sky. There in the distance, the little girl saw a beautiful rainbow rising out of the ocean and into the heaven's shining with all the colors in the world, blues and reds and greens and wonderful to look at the nearer they drew the brighter. It gleamed until she had to shave her eyes from its light. At last they came to the foot of it, and she saw the rainbow was really a broad, bright road, sloping up and away into the sky, and at the far far end of it, she could see there were shining things dancing about. I can go no further, said the fish. Here are the stairs without steps. Climb up if you can. But hold on tight. The stairs were never meant for little lassies feet, you know. So the little girl jumped off no feats. Back and off, he splashed through the water. She climbed and she climbed and she climbed up the rainbow. It wasn't easy. Every time she took one step, she seemed to slide back to, and even though she climbed until the sea was far below those stars on this guy looked farther away than ever. But I won't give up, she told herself. I've come so far, I can't go back up and up she went. The air grew colder and colder, but the sky turned brighter and brighter. And finally she could tell she was nearing the stars. I'm almost there, she cried. And sure enough, suddenly she reached the very tip. Top of the rainbow. Everywhere she looked, the stars were turning and dancing. They raced up and down a back and forth, one in 1000 colors around her. I'm finally here, she whispered to herself. She had never seen anything so beautiful before, and she stood gazing and wandering at the heavens. But after a while, she realized she was shivering with cold, and when she looked down into the darkness, she could no longer see the earth. She wondered where her own home waas so far away. But no street lamps or window lights marked the blackness blow. She began to feel a little dizzy. I won't go until I touch one star, she told herself, and she stood on her toes and stretched. Her arms is high. She could. She reached further and further, and suddenly ah, shooting star zipped by and surprised her so much she lost her balance down. She slid down, down down the rainbow. Further, she slid the warmer group and the warmer group The sleeper she felt. She gave a great yawn in a small sigh And before she knew what she was fast asleep. When she woke up, she found herself in her very own bed. The sun was peeking through her window. In the morning, birds sang in the bushes and trees. Did I really touch the stars? She asked herself, Or was it only a dream? Then she felt something in her hand. When she opened her fist, a tiny light flashed in her palm And at once it was gone. And she smiled because she knew it was a speck of stardust. Oh, Mildred, that's a great story. Yeah, I gotta close by to pretend that tonight. Okay. I love you. I love you.