What Animals Are in the Arachnid Family When I See You Again Flute Notes
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Think about a time you faced a challenge.
Did you think you would overcome that challenge? Or did your organized religion in yourself start to slip a little?
Well, we're about to run across a tiny grapheme who believes in herself, large time… even when others don't.
Our story is chosen "The Fire On The Other Side Of The World." Versions of this tale come from the Cherokee people: Native Americans who originally lived in the southeastern woodlands of the United states of america.
Voices in this episode include Amy Brentano, Maurice Emmanuel Parent, Chris Tucci and Yeardley Smith. Yeardley plays Lisa Simpson in the Play a joke on animated series, The Simpsons, at present in its 31st flavor. And for you lot grown-ups who adore those truthful-crime podcasts, Yeardley hosts and produces a fascinating podcast about individual investigators in Small Boondocks, USA.
This episode was adapted for Circle Round by Rebecca Sheir. Information technology was edited by Virginia Marshall. Original music and audio design is by Eric Shimelonis. Our artist is Sabina Hahn.
ADULTS! PRINT THISand so everyone tin color while listening. Nosotros're also keeping an album and then share your picture on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or Pinterest, and tag it with #CircleRound. Nosotros'd honey to see it! To access all the coloring pages for past episodes click Here. Our resident artist is Sabina Hahn and yous tin can learn more about her Hither.
Things To Think About Later Listening
Remember nigh a task you'd like to accomplish. Then find a grown-up and talk with them most what you'd like to practice, and how you'll make it happen. Be equally creative as y'all tin... merely like our itsy-bitsy, pottery-making spider!
Musical Spotlight: Native American Drone Flute
In a way, playing the Native American drone flute is like having your own choir: considering of its two wooden tubes, the flute plays ii notes at the same fourth dimension! One side of the flute plays the tune, while the other plays a constant note (or "drone"). Traditionally, Native American peoples have played the flute equally accompaniment in spiritual rituals and meditation. In our episode, nosotros use it to accompany activeness and adventure!
Story Transcript
NARRATOR: Long ago… the globe was a common cold, nighttime place. In that location was no sun… no stars… no light or fire whatsoever.
Dorsum in those early times, animals ruled the globe… and the poor creatures were always stumbling around, unable to see where they were going in the chilly, inky blackness.
I 24-hour interval… or was information technology dark?... the chief of the animals — Raven — glided downwards from the heaven… and made an announcement.
RAVEN: My friends! You're non going to believe this, but... I've constitute it!
NARRATOR: The animals stared at Raven — or tried to stare at Raven, considering, well, they were surrounded past darkness and couldn't really tell what they were looking at. The first to speak… was Possum.
POSSUM: Um, that's great, Raven... But, what are you talking nigh? What take you 'establish'?
NARRATOR: Raven blinked her circular, black optics... and smiled.
RAVEN: 'What take I establish?' (coy, proud) Oh… y'all know… but a trivial something called... low-cal! And rut!
NARRATOR: The animals gasped. Buzzard fluttered his long, broad wings.
BUZZARD: Aw, surely you lot're joking, Raven! Everyone knows the world is dark equally a dungeon! Cold as one, likewise!
RAVEN: I know! But information technology doesn't have to exist that way! Non anymore! (beat out) You see, today I flew fashion, way up in the sky… higher than I've ever flown before. And when I did, I saw something strange on the other side of the earth. It was hot… and bright... and glorious! It'southward called… burn down!
POSSUM: / BUZZARD: "Fire"!?!!!!
RAVEN: Yeah! (vanquish) And every bit I swooped down toward that fire, information technology got then hot, and and so bright, I had to turn around! But maybe one of you can go to the other side of the world… and bring dorsum some fire! Whuddya say?
NARRATOR: The animals were tranquillity for a moment. Just then, a small-scale vocalization piped up...
SPIDER: I'll exercise it!
NARRATOR: ...but the voice was so small... nobody heard information technology!
RAVEN: Oh, come on, folks! Surely one of yous tin try!
NARRATOR: Again, the small voice cried out...
SPIDER: I said… I'll exercise it!
NARRATOR: ...but again, nobody heard.
RAVEN: Alright, if no one will volunteer themselves, I'll option someone. Possum! You're a clever fellow. Can you bring us fire from the other side of the world?
NARRATOR: Possum wiggled his pointy snout.
POSSUM: Well… I suppose I could requite it a go!
RAVEN: That's the spirit!
NARRATOR: So Possum took a deep jiff, and waddled his way to the other side of the globe. And what did he run into when he got in that location...
POSSUM: Oooooh!
NARRATOR: ...only a blazing brawl of red and orange and yellow!
POSSUM: (mesmerized) Burn down!!
NARRATOR: The roaring, crackling flames were so hot, Possum began to worry near how he would transport whatever of them back home.
POSSUM: Hmmm… what to practise, what to do... (a-ha moment) I know! I'll grab ane of the flames and carry it in my furry, bushy tail!
NARRATOR: Now, if you've e'er seen a possum, you know their tails aren't "hirsuite" or "bushy" at all, right? They're skinny and pink!
Only back when our story takes place… Possum's tail was covered with thick, fluffy fur. Thick, fluffy fur that was… the moment he tucked some fire into it... slowly getting sizzled.
But Possum didn't detect. And by the time he returned to the other side of the world…
POSSUM: Hither I am, folks!
NARRATOR: ...the fire he'd tucked into his tail had gone out.
RAVEN: Possum! Where'south the fire?
BUZZARD: And what's that... smell?
NARRATOR: Possum reached dorsum and grabbed his tail. That'south when he realized the fire was gone… and his tail was no longer fluffy or bushy. Information technology was bare! And pinkish! The odor Buzzard was talking about was burnt fur!
Raven sighed.
RAVEN: Well, thank you for taking a crack at it, Possum. (beat) Anyone else want to try and capture some fire?
SPIDER: Me, me, me!
NARRATOR: In that location was that tiny phonation again! But, merely equally before…
RAVEN: No takers? Really?
NARRATOR: ...nobody heard it.
RAVEN: Fine. I'll choose someone else. (beat) Buzzard! What about yous? You can fly far... and fast! Will you bring back fire from the other side of the world?
NARRATOR: Buzzard snapped his hooked beak.
BUZZARD: Well… I suppose I could requite information technology a shot!
RAVEN: Attaboy!
NARRATOR: So Buzzard flapped his wings, and soared to the other side of the world.
BUZZARD: Yikes, this fire is hot! How in the world will I bring it home? (beat, a-ha moment) I know! I'll snatch one of the flames and stash information technology inside the long, lovely feathers on my head!
NARRATOR: At present, if you've always seen a buzzard, you know their heads don't have long, lovely feathers on top. In fact, their bald, nighttime heads don't have any feathers at all!
Merely back when our story takes identify, Buzzard'southward head was covered with a thick, glossy tuft of plumage. A thick, glossy tuft of plumage that... the moment he stuffed fire into it… was getting scorched.
Simply Buzzard didn't notice. And past the fourth dimension he returned to the other side of the globe…
BUZZARD: Ta-da!!!
NARRATOR: ...the fire on his caput had gone out.
RAVEN: Buzzard! What did you do with the burn?
POSSUM: And why do I smell something weird?
NARRATOR: Buzzard stretched out a wing and tapped his caput. That'due south when he realized the fire was gone… and it had singed off all of his long, lovely feathers! And at present his night head was completely bald!
Raven shrugged.
RAVEN: Well, Buzzard, thanks for giving it a whirl. (crush) I hate to say it, folks… simply maybe nosotros should just give upward.
NARRATOR: Yet over again…
SPIDER: No, no, no!
NARRATOR: ...the small voice chirped out. And, notwithstanding again…
POSSUM: Raven'south right.
BUZZARD: Nosotros should surrender!
NARRATOR: ...nobody heard information technology.
RAVEN: I hateful, look, we've done what nosotros tin can, correct? It'southward obvious that this burn down is but too hot for whatever of us to possibly --
SPIDER: (fed up, more loudly/forcefully) Oh, for crying out loud!!!
NARRATOR: Raven artsy her head.
RAVEN: I'm pitiful… did somebody say something?
SPIDER: Yes, somebody said something! I've been 'proverb something' all along! (crush) I've been saying that I'll go and bring back the fire! Me!
NARRATOR: Raven realized the tiny voice was coming from somewhere close to the ground. She stooped down as far as she could, until her beak got caught in something stringy and viscid.
RAVEN: (ad-lib reaction to getting defenseless in spider web) Blech! Yech! Yuck!
NARRATOR: That's when Raven realized exactly whose voice she'd been hearing. But this teeny-tiny critter couldn't bring back burn from the other side of the world… Could she…?
Which animal practice you think Raven finally heard?
We'll find out who information technology is, afterward a quick suspension.
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NARRATOR: I'1000 Rebecca Sheir. Welcome back to Circumvolve Round. Today our story is called "The Fire On the Other Side of the World."
When we left off, the animals were trying to bring back fire from the other side of the globe.
Possum tried… but he burnt the fur off his large, bushy tail and was left with a bare, pinkish 1.
Buzzard tried… only he scorched all of his long, lovely head feathers, and became baldheaded.
And so, Raven… the primary of the animals… heard a vocalization. A wee little voice that had been trying to pipe upward all along. When Raven aptitude down to hear meliorate, her beak got caught in a stringy, sticky web!
RAVEN: (realizing who it is) Ohhhh! Spider! Is that you? I'k lamentable! You're so small-scale, none of us heard yous talking!
SPIDER: I know! Simply at present that I take your attending, I'm telling you -- I'm the one who can bring dorsum fire from the other side of the world.
NARRATOR: For a moment, everyone was silent. Then, Possum and Buzzard burst out laughing.
POSSUM: (laughing) That's hilarious, Spider! You're and then small! And weak!
BUZZARD: (laughing) You lot really think you can succeed where we big, potent animals failed?
NARRATOR: Spider crossed her arms. All eight of them.
SPIDER: Actually, aye! I tin succeed. I know I tin can. (beat) Merely you wait.
NARRATOR: Unlike the animals before her, Spider didn't leave for her journeying right away. Instead, she crawled over to the river, where she reached into the earth and dug up some wet clay. And then she molded the clay into a small pot with thick walls. She dropped a twig inside, and covered the pot with a snug clay hat.
Adjacent, Spider spun a spider web that reached all the way to the other side of the world. Strand by strand, she crept over to where the fire was, with the moist clay pot balanced on her back.
As Spider inched forward, the air sucked the moisture out of the dirt pot. Past the time Spider spotted the red, orangish and xanthous flames, the pot on her back was nice and dry. Spider removed the pot'southward lid and gazed at the fire.
SPIDER: (sincere) Mighty Fire... I thank you for your glorious calorie-free, and your wonderful heat. With your permission, may I delight take one humble flame to identify in my clay pot?
NARRATOR: Only then, a tiny flame leapt from the blaze. It landed in Spider's clay pot… and gear up the twig inside on burn down!
SPIDER: Aye!!!
NARRATOR: Spider dropped the chapeau over the pot and climbed her web dorsum home. As she traveled, the burning twig kept the fire in the dirt pot going… and the fire cooked the pot until it was solid and strong.
SPIDER: Well, everyone! I'm dorsum!
NARRATOR: Possum and Buzzard rolled their eyes.
POSSUM: Certain, she's dorsum, merely where's the fire?
BUZZARD: I told you she was also puny to succeed!
SPIDER: Oh, on the reverse!
NARRATOR: Spider removed the clay pot from her back and lifted upwards the lid. Immediately, all the animals were bathed in light and rut.
For the first fourth dimension always, Raven could come across her friends clearly. She gazed into Spider's eyes. All eight of them.
RAVEN: You did it, Spider! You brought back fire from the other side of the globe!
NARRATOR: Through the flickering flames, Possum and Buzzard smiled... sheepishly.
POSSUM: (sheepish) Manner to go, Spider!
BUZZARD: (sheepish) Sorry we doubted you.
SPIDER: Well, the important thing is that I never doubted myself! (beat) But mind… if nosotros're going to make this fire last, I need your help, friends. Quick as you can, please fetch me some dry forest! Leaves, too!
NARRATOR: The animals sprang into action, grabbing branches and sticks, twigs and leaves, and stacking them college and higher. Carefully, Spider opened her clay pot and tossed the smoldering twig onto the towering pile of kindling. Immediately, the entire thing caught fire.
RAVEN: / POSSUM: / BUZZARD: (mesmerized, impressed) Woah!!!!
NARRATOR: Simply Spider wasn't washed. She plucked a fiery stick from the raging bonfire and placed it inside her clay pot. Then she whispered something in Raven's ear.
RAVEN: You lot've got it, Spider! I'1000 on it!
NARRATOR: Raven clutched the clay pot in her talons and flew to the superlative of a alpine mount. She opened the hat and hurled the flaming stick high into the sky. Then, she took the sparks from the lesser of the pot and tossed those into the sky, too.
And do yous know why…?
Well… the flames from the stick… became the sun!
And the sparks from the bottom of the pot… became the stars.
And so… according to legend… today we take fire on world... and in the skies. We also accept pottery… the fine art of molding moisture clay, drying it out, and so cooking it with burn down to make pots, bowls, jugs, and other useful things.
And to think: it all began with an itsy-bitsy creature whose enormous spark of faith never burnt out.
Source: https://www.wbur.org/circleround/2019/11/05/the-fire-on-the-other-side-of-the-world
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