The Boy Who Drew Cats on The Literary Catcast Podcast (15 minute full episode)
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okay whenever he found himself alone Hey Drew cats. He drew them on the margins of the priest books and on all the screens of the temple and the walls and the pillars. Several times the priest told him this was not right, but the boy did not stop drawing cats. He drew them because he really could not help it. That's from the boy who drew cats. Adapted from Laughed Audio Hearns, 1918 Japanese fairy tales retold by Margaret Hodge is for Holiday House Publishers Copyright 2000 and two. The original concept for this story is believed to be a recount of the early boyhood of Japanese artists. S a Toyo from the 15th century Susu, which means Snow Boat was born in 14 20. He became the most prominent Japanese master of ink and wash paintings from the middle Mira Machi period. He was born into the Samurai Odeh family, then brought up and educated to become a ren's eyes in Buddhist priest. However, early in life he displayed a talent for visual arts and eventually became one of the greatest Japanese artist of his time. Widely revered throughout Japan and China. The first history of its publication is in 18 98 by Hasegawa. Talk, a hero in his Japanese fairy tale Siri's. It was rendered into English 20 years later in 1918 by loft video. Hearn with illustrations done for him by Suzuki. Case on For today's reader, it's retold and re illustrated by many different authors and illustrators for this cat cast episode. I'm using Margaret Hajis version Copyright 2000 and two, published by Holiday House. This Hodges was a librarian, storyteller and retailer of legends. In 47 years, she wrote over 50 books, winning the called A Cot Metal for Saint George and The Dragon. She passed away at the age of 94 in 2000 and five. Photos of this book are on the website for this podcast, the literary cat cast dot com Everything you need to find this book is located there. A legend is different from a fairy tale or a myth. A legend has origins. In reality. It's somewhat true. Onley, maybe spun with embellishments. There's the hero, a problem, a magical aura, spirit, occupied place and linkage to spiritual beliefs of the original culture. Eastern and Western cultures are different in the way they express legends. The boy who drew cats is essentially a ghost story. In our Western culture, a ghost story generally refers to spirits of the dead human, a disembodied spirit. It's thought that this belief originated as a Catholic superstition during the medieval period when it was taught that the soul separated from the body at death. In an Eastern culture, the ghost story is expanded upon. The culture can include a deceased human, but most likely may include supernatural creatures such as animals, plans and non living objects that acquire supernatural powers that shape shift them into monster spirits or helpful spirits. The young boy and the boy who drew cats has two flaws. That in the human world render him problematic. Number one. He was weak and small, and second, he'd like to draw cats everywhere all the time. Drawing of cats became the biggest of the two problems, so much so that he got kicked out of his priest. Studies at the temple banned from what was to be his life's destiny. However, as the legend goes, what was his biggest flaw became his greatest good luck life of saving good luck, a unique talent that had a benefit for the temple, the village, and making him a legend. And now it's two time. Fill your favorite teacup with Japanese green, too. I can hear my teakettle and my cat is curling into my lap. It's time for the cat cast for this episode. I'm not going to read the story Word for word. I'm going to tell it to you. Using Margaret Hodge is Book is a guide. It's illustrated by AKI So Gabi for Holiday House, and once again the copyright is in 2000 and two. It was a very small village in Japan. A poor farmer and his wife lived there with many Children. They found it hard to feed them all. Their oldest son, at age 14 was big and strong enough to help his father farm, and the girls began helping their mother. By the time they could walk. The youngest child, a boy, was not fit for hard work. He was weak and small, and people told his parents he would not be very big. He was very clever, though more clever than any of his siblings, so his parents thought he would be better served if he became a priest. They took him to their village temple and asked the old priest if he would teach their young son all he needed to know to become a priest. The old priest asked the young boy some hard questions. So clever where the boys answers that the priest agreed to take him into the temple and prepare him for the priesthood. The young boy impressed the old priest by learning quickly. He was obedient in most things, except for his one fault. He liked to draw cats, and two drew them everywhere, even where Cat should not be drawn, such as on the margins of the priest books on the temple screens and walls and pillars, he true cats all the time. Even during study hours, the priest told him this was not right, but the boy couldn't stop himself. One day the boy went too far. He drew some very interesting cats on a very old screen. This angered the old priest. He scolded him, severely, telling him to leave the temple at once that he would never make a good priest. But perhaps he could become a good artist. The priest gave the boy one last bit of advice. He told him to never forget it. Avoid large places at night. Keep too small. This stunned the priest. He didn't know why he said it, but he had. The boy didn't know what the priest meant. Avoid large places at night. Keep too small. As he tied up his tiny clothes bundle, preparing to go away, he thought and thought. But he could not understand those words. He wanted to ask the priest but was afraid of him, so he only said goodbye. It was with great sorrow. He left the temple. He was sure his parents would be disappointed and punish him for disobeying the priest and getting kicked out. So he was afraid to go home. He remembered a big temple 12 miles away in the next village. He had heard it had several priests. He decided to go there, but he didn't know, and no one had told him was that the big Temple was closed up. Ah, Goblin had frightened all the priests away and taken over the temple. Some brave warriors had gone in to rid the temple of the Goblin, but they had never been seen alive since. After a full day's journey. He arrived. It was dark, and the village was asleep. Hey saw the big temple on the hill and noticed a light on. As the legend goes, the goblin would leave the light on to tempt travelers needing shelter. The boy, not there, was no sound inside. He kept knocking, but no one came. Finally, he pushed the door and was happy to find it open. So he went in. There was only a burning lamp on the floor. There were no priest. He sat down and waited certain. Some priest would be there very soon. Then he noticed everything was gray with dust and covered in cobwebs. Still not worried, he thought certain he would be welcome is they obviously needed help keeping the place clean. He waited. Then he noticed some big, wide screens, perfect for drawing cats upon. He found a box of drawing materials, mix some ink and began to draw cats. Hey drew many cats, cats on every wall. He drew them everywhere. Interesting cats. He felt sleepy as he was about toe. Lie down by a screen. He remembered the old priest's words. Avoid large places at night. Keep too small, thinking on those words, he realized how large the Temple Waas and how alone he waas. He felt frightened. Looking around, he saw small Cabinet like a storage or ceremonial chest with a sliding door. He climbed in the dusty cabinet, making his bed space but leaving a tiny open crack in the door. He fell asleep very late into the night. He heard footsteps thin, terrible noise, frightening noises of school fighting. It was so frightening he couldn't bear to look through the tiny crack in the door. She was afraid to me, even breathe, like in the temple went out. But the terrible Sainz continued. Temples shook. After a long time. There was silence. The boy was still afraid to move, to breathe. He just lay there as lied. Finally stream to the crack in the cabinet, he began to stir. There was no noise. It was silent, seemingly safe, cautiously, very cautiously. He slipped the door back and placing his hands on the floor to pull himself out. It was sticky. The first thing he noticed was the temple floor was covered in blood, and then he saw it there, lying dead in the middle of the Great Temple Room was a gigantic, enormous goblin rat, big, bigger than the biggest cow. But who was there last night to kill it? There was no priest in the dusty temple. Startled, he noticed the mouths of all the cats he had drawn. Their mouths were red and wet with blood. Then he knew the goblin rat had been killed by the cats he drew. He understood why the old priest had said, avoid large places at night. Keep too small. The drawing of the cats, once considered his biggest flaw, saved his life and the temple and the village. His greatest flaw was his greatest good fortune, making him a legend. He became a very famous artist. As legend has it, some of the cats he drew are still shown to travelers in Japan, and parents show the drawings to their Children. They say this is the work of Cecil Toya. He was once just a boy who drew cats. The literary cat cast is here to help you find new books to read with cats as main characters in literature. It's also here to catalog cats and literature from old vintage books that may be lost in time. 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