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It was a Saturday
morning.
About 11. The store was filled with people -- some buying books or CDs; most
of them were reading ... when an announcement spilled over the PA system.
Storytelling! There would be storytelling ... a storyteller was in the Children's
section. And in five minutes he would begin ... |
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... with a Japanese
folktale. The Stonecutter. |
"You had them in the palm of
your hand; I could see it ... " Keloryn Putnam |
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Followed by a Native American tale about the
trickster Coyote.
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And an old Yiddish story about a farmer who
dearly loved his family -- his parents, who lived with him, and his loving wife and two
children ... . He loved them all ... but they were so noisy, at times,
he couldn't get any rest. |
| So he went to the wisest man in the little
village where he lived. It was the Rabbi. He told him his problem ... that he
loved his family. That he enjoyed his family very much. But they were too
noisy. Each morning he woke to his parents on the porch in their rocking chairs, and
his wife preparing their breakfast, rattling her keys and pots and pans, and his children
-- he had a boy and a girl ... |
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And the Rabbi asked him,
"Do you have chickens?"
"I am a farmer," he replied. "Of course, I have
chickens."
Said the Rabbi, "Bring them into your house ... ." |
And he did. And some geese ... and two goats ... a cow ...
a horse ... .
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