It's all gonna be alright in the end.
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Rest your busy minds because it's finally time the Stories
from Now and Then. Hello everyone, and welcome back
to Stories from Now and Then. My name is Captain Blunderface,
and I'm taking a snack break here in the old library where we
we asked Uppercatus just one second.
I'm doing the intro here. Sorry.
Wait, you want a junior chicken after this?
I mean, I could crush like three of those, but unfortunately you
need to stick to regular cat food.
Fine. Tell you what, we'll write to
the cat food company after this to see if they can make that
their next flavor. Is that OK?
OK, sweet compromise. Well, before we set the table
for today's story, we have a shout out for Emerson in Lucan,
Ontario. Emerson loves marble runs and we
hear Santa may have also heard about that this Christmas.
Emerson, this story is for you. Oh, looks like I just got a
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This next story is about a feast.
Have you ever had a feast? A feast is a lovely big meal
with lots of food and drinks and all good things.
The two people in this story having this feast have very
funny names. One is called the Barma side and
the other is called Shakabak. Let's see what happens when they
eat together. The holiday feast.
Once Upon a time there was a rich old man who was called the
Barma side. He lived in a beautiful palace
in the midst of flowery gardens. He had everything that a heart
could wish for. In the same land there was a
poor man whose name was Shakabak.
His clothing was rags and his food was the scraps which other
people had thrown away, but he had a light heart and was as
happy as a king. Once, when Shakibak had not had
anything to eat for a long time, he thought that he would go and
ask the barmecide to help him. The servant at the door said.
Come in and talk with our master.
He will not send you away hungry.
Shakibak went in and walked through many beautiful rooms
looking for the barmecide. At last he came to a grand hall
where there was soft carpets on the floor and beautiful pictures
on the walls and comfortable couches to lie down upon.
At the far end of the room he saw a noble man with a long
white beard. It was the bomber side, and poor
scruffy Shakabak bowed low before him, as was polite.
In that time the barmecide spoke very kindly and asked what
Shakibak wanted. Shakibak told him about all his
troubles and said that it was now two days since he had had
anything to eat. Is that possible, Said the
Barmecide. You must be starving with
hunger, and here I have plenty of food and more to spare.
Then he turned and called Servant.
Bring in the water to wash our hands, and then tell the cook to
hurry the supper. Shakibak had not expected to be
treated so kindly. He began to thank the rich man.
Do not say a word, said the barmicide, but let us get ready
for the feast. Then the rich man began to rub
his hands together, as though someone was pouring water on
them. Come and wash with me, he said.
Shakobak saw no servant, nor basin, nor water, but he thought
that he ought to do as he was bidden, and so, like the
barmecide, he acted out washing his hands.
Come now, said the Barmecide, let us have supper.
He sat down as though he was at a table and pretended to be
carving a roast. Then he said, Help yourself, my
good friend. You said you were hungry, so now
don't be afraid of the food. Shakobak saw no table and no
food, but he thought that he understood the joke, and so he
pretended to be taking food and putting it to his mouth.
Then he began to chew and said, You see, Sir, I'm wasting no
time. Servant, said the Barber side,
Bring on the roast goose. Now, my good friend, try this
best piece and here we have sweet sauce, honey, raisins,
green peas and dried figs. Help yourself and remember that
other good things are coming. Shakabak was almost falling over
with hunger, but he was too polite not to do as he was
bidden. Come, said the barmicide, Have
another piece of the roast lamb. Did you ever eat anything so
delicious? Never in my life, said Shakibak.
Your table is full of good things.
Then eat heartily, said the Barmicide.
That will make me happy. After this came the dessert.
The barmicide spoke about sweet treats, cakes, puddings and
fruits, and Shakibak made believe that he was eating them.
Now. Is there anything else that you
would like? Asked the host.
No, said poor Shakibak, I have indeed had great plenty, but the
truth was, Shakabak had not eaten a thing.
The barmecide took him by the hand.
I have wished for so long to find a man like you, he said.
But come now, we will eat in earnest.
He clapped his hands. Servants came, and he ordered
supper. Soon they sat down to a real
table, loaded with all the very dishes of which they had been
pretending to eat. Poor Shakibak had never had such
a good meal in all his life. When they had finished and the
table had been cleared away, the barma side said, I have found
you to be a man of good understanding.
You are clever and quick and you are always ready to make the
best of everything. Would you come and live with me
and manage my house? And so Shakibak lived with the
bomber side many years and never again knew what it was to be
hungry. Wasn't it so nice how the 2
characters became friends? Shakibak could bring such
playfulness and happiness. He had no money, but he was very
rich in joy, and then the Barber side was rich in money but had
no one to feast and play with him.
It's such a nice reminder that friendship can happen between
all different kinds of people, and you can keep a friendship
going by sharing laughter and food.
Thank you Nicola. During that story we got Deborah
Katis set up with his favorite wet food and I think he's going
to go on a post dinner walk patrolling the old library.
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Stories from Now and Then is narrated by Nicola Ward, Music
by Captain Blunderface and Captain Blunderface played by
Evan Weeb. Well, I guess it's not really
played by Evan Weeb. They're sort of like the same
guy. The exact same.