Friday, 12 July 2013

Thank you so much to everyone who came to the Fairlop Fair and supported Phileas Fogg on his adventures around the World in 80 Stories! 

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Friday, 5 July 2013

The Fairlop Fair is tomorrow! Come and see Phileas!

Phileas Fogg is coming tomorrow.......! How very exciting, I hope you are ready and wearing your sun cream! 

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Story 79

Story 79

Phileas can hardly believe that tomorrow he will be meeting all his new friends from this blog, he is very happy to be coming home, but at the same time quite sad that his adventures are almost over. But Phileas at the moment is heading towards the airport so that he will be able to arrive in London just on time for the Fairlop Fair, so while he travels he has left you with his favorite type of story...a tongue twister...

Tall Ted's Turtle

Tall Ted Thompson parked his traveling turtle tank on Tenth Street in front of Tonawanda Town Hall.  Tall Ted's traveling Turtle Aquarium was a big attraction in Tonawanda.  Timmie Torlish and his twin sister Trish ran to push their noses against the tanks windows to take a look at the turtles as Tall Ted walked up Tenth Street to talk to the mayor.
     It was Timmie who noticed Travis Taylor staring intently at the turtles swimming and sunning themselves in Tall Ted's turtle tank. 
     "Look at Terrible Travis!" Timmie whispered to Trish. 
      "I bet he wants to steal Tall Ted's turtles and make them into turtle soup," said Trish.  "Last month, he stole Farmer Tom's turtles right out of the pond!"    
      "Well, he can't steal these turtles.  They are safely locked away in Tall Ted's tank," said Timmie to his twin. 
      When the twins were done watching turtles, they headed up the street toward Town Hall, which had a huge tulip tree out front that was easy to climb.  Suddenly, Timmie heard a thud from somewhere behind them.  Timmie and Trish turned around and saw that Terrible Travis had unhooked the door to Tall Ted's turtle tank.  Water leaked out of the turtle tank. Then, the door to the tank trembled and burst open.  Out tumbled a ton of water and all of Tall Ted's turtles.  Turtles of all sizes toppled over and over as the torrent tore down Tenth Street, scrambling desperately toward the sidewalk in their effort to get out of the raging torrent.
     "Ted's turtles are loose," yelled Trish. "Quick, Timmie, go get Tall Ted."   
      Timmie toppled out of the tulip tree and ran to get Ted.  Trish jumped down behind him and hurried onto Tenth Street to try to capture Tall Ted's turtles. 
      Tenth Street was a mess!  Turtles were traipsing everywhere, and the gutters were overflowing with water.  Tracey Timmons the local school teacher tripped over two of Tall Ted's Turtles and dropped her grocery bag full of tomatoes.  Twenty turtles meandered into Toy Town and ten turtles got caught in the revolving door of the Tenth Street Savings and Loan and were tossed into the lap of a surprised teller who was taking a lunch break.
     Officer Todd Tabbot, Tonawanda's town policeman, stopped traffic so Tall Ted could collect his turtles.  Timmie, Trish and the shopkeepers all helped Tall Ted.
     "How did my tank break?" asked Tall Ted, scratching his head in puzzlement.
     "Terrible Travis unhooked the door to the tank," the twins told Tall Ted.  "We think he wants to make Turtle Soup for his truck stop."
Tall Ted's eyes widened when he heard this report.  "That could explain why twenty of my turtles are missing," Tall Ted exclaimed.
     Tall Ted, the twins and Officer Talbot took Tall Ted's traveling turtle tank over to Taylor's Truck Stop to talk to Terrible Travis.  They found Travis heating up a huge pot of water.  In a tank behind him swam twenty turtles.  All the turtles had the special tag that Tall Ted hooked onto their shells to help people identify his pets.  
     Terrible Travis turned pale when he saw Tall Ted and Officer Talbot.
     "I give up," Travis cried when Tall Ted showed Todd Talbot the tags his turtles wore.  Todd Talbot arrested Travis for stealing Tall Ted's turtles and for tampering with Tall Ted's traveling turtle tank.
     Tall Ted shook hands with Timmie and Trish Torlish and gave them a turtle to take care of as a reward for turning in Travis Taylor.  Then Tall Ted got into his traveling turtle tank and drove down Tenth Street to Tonawanda Town Hall to finish his talk with the mayor.

Story 78

Story 78

Phileas is now in search of a way to get back to London as the 80 days are coming to a close. But while he is in search for a way to travel he left you with this wonderful story...

What We Plant, We Will Eat

Many moons ago, two brothers lived with their father in a small house in Korea.  The younger brother worked hard and was kind to all he met.  The elder, knowing he was to inherit his father's prosperous rice farm, was arrogant and proud.  He scorned his younger brother and ignored his aging father. 
Every night after supper, the father would say:  "Remember, my sons.  What you plant you will eat. "  The younger son nodded politely, for he loved his parent and honored him.  But the elder son would yawn and walk away.  The father watched him go with sadness. 
On his deathbed, the father beckoned the two brothers close to him.  "Remember, my sons.  Nothing is as important as family.  Share this property and work together.  I leave this land to both of you."   And so saying, he died.   
The elder brother was furious.  The law of the land said that an elder son inherited everything.  As soon as the funeral ceremonies were past, he thrust the younger brother from their home, ignoring the last wish of his dying father. 
Heartbroken, the younger brother walked for many miles, far away from his home and village, until he found some broken down land that nobody wanted.  He tended it carefully, planting a small crop of rice and building a mud cottage that was thatched from the dirty straw that dropped from passing farm carts.    By saving and scraping, he managed to make enough money to build a small house and make a profit.  So he was able to marry and have a family. 
One year, a drought overcame the land and the younger son's rice crop failed.  Without assistance, his family would starve.  It broke his heart to hear his wife and children moaning with hunger in their sleep, so he went to his wealthy brother to ask him to share some of the rice raised on the property which their father had willed to them both.   "It's my rice crop now," the elder brother cried with a cruel laugh.  "Go away."  So saying, he slammed the front door in his younger brother's face and locked it against him.
Brokenhearted, the younger brother turned away.  As he left the village, he heard a shrill cry from a tree above him.  A snake was attacking a baby swallow.  Flapping frantically, the tiny bird tried to escape, but it was too young to fly and fell to the ground instead.  The younger brother picked the helpless baby up and cradled the tiny bird in his hands.  Its leg was broken, and so he tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and set the swallow's leg.  When the snake slid away, he returned the baby to its nest and went home to his starving family.
The next few weeks were hard.  The younger brother gave every spare scrap of food to his tiny children, who were so thin he could count their ribs.  His wife walked over the fields searching for any edible plants she could find, but her harvest was scant. 
Then one day a tiny swallow flew to their house and landed on the thatch.  It was the baby swallow the younger brother had rescued.  Leg now healed and able to fly, the swallow sat on the thatch and sang a merry song of thanks to the marveling family.  Then it circled the younger brother's house three times and then dropped a large seed into a damp patch of earth. 
The family stared at the seed, and the youngest daughter wanted to touch it, but her father held her back.  As they watched, the seed put out a root, and started to grow.  The starving family watching in astonishment as the seed became a vine and the vine grew and grew.  Within minutes, luscious melons were growing on the vine.  Within an hour, they were ripe and ready to pick. 
"Father, father!  May we eat a magic melon?" cried the hungry children.  Laughing in delight, the younger brother pulled a melon off the vine and cut it open.  Beside him, his wife gasped in astonishment.  Inside, the melon was filled with so many gold coins that they spilled to the ground all around the starving family's feet.  Every melon was full of gold. 
The younger brother and his family were rich beyond their wildest dreams.  They had plenty to eat, they bought a large house with land, and they had brand-new clothes to wear.  It was amazing. 
When the elder brother heard of this good fortune, he was filled with jealousy and started searching for his own magic bird.  He spent days combing the lands around his village, greedy for more power, more money, more land.  When at last he stumbled upon a little bird with a broken leg, he picked it up, saying:  "I will help you, little bird if you will help me." The little bird stared up at him with wise eyes, seeing through the fake sympathy into the greedy heart beneath. 
When the bird's leg healed, it flew to the elder brother's house, circled his head three times and dropped a seed into the moist soil.  With a triumphant laugh, the elder brother watched the seed grow into a vine.  Melons swelled up larger and larger until they were as tall as a man.  The elder brother was delighted.  Obviously he was much worthier then his brother, to merit such large melons.  He picked the largest melon and cut it open.  Instantly. a band of warriors burst from the melon and fell on him with clubs.  They stole his money and left him moaning on the ground.  
Unable to believe that all the melons were bad, the elder brother crawled over to the second largest melon, expecting to find enough gold and silver to make up for the beating he'd received from the warriors in the first melon.   Whack!  He cut open the first melon and was overwhelmed by a huge ball of hissing snakes that  slithered straight into his house.  He cut open a third melon, and had to dodge out of the way as a huge colony of rats rustled past.   By this time, the magical melons were overripe and began bursting on their own. Spiders, ants, termites, bees, and many other hissing, biting, crawling creatures invaded the house and yard.  Within an hour, the elder brother's property was completely destroyed. 
The elder brother ran away from his ruined house and lands.  Poorer even then his younger brother had once been, he wandered from village to village, begging for food.   One day, he looked up from his begging and saw his younger brother standing a few feet away, holding a hoe.  Ashamed, the elder brother looked down, until the blade of the hoe landed on the ground beside his foot. 
"I have lost everything," the elder brother said, staring at the blade of the hoe.  "I have no place to go.  No food.  I won't blame you if you send me away too." 
He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.  "Come, brother," the prosperous farmer said.  "Let us sew a new crop, together.  For what we plant, we will eat." 
The elder brother looked up with tears in his eyes, and accepted the hoe from his younger brother's hand. 

Story 77

Story 77

Phileas knew that America had a great history and he decided today he was going to go to the library to find out as much as he could. He was having such fun researching all about the histroy of a different country when he came across this African-American folktale and he wanted to share it with you today...

Brer Rabbit Earns a Dollar-a-Mintue

One fine morning, Brer Fox decided to plant him a patch of goober peas. He set to with a will and before you know it, he had raked and hoed out a beautiful patch of ground and he put in a fine planting of peas. It didn't take too long before those goober vines grew tall and long and the peas ripened up good and smart.
Now Brer Rabbit, he'd watched Brer Fox planting the goobers and he told his children and Miz Rabbit where they could find the patch. Soon as those peas were ripe, the little Rabbits and Brer Rabbit would sneak on in and grab up them goobers by the handfuls. It got so bad that when Brer Fox came to the goober patch, he could hardly find a pea to call his own.
Well, Brer Fox, he was plenty mad that he'd worked so hard on those peas only to have them eaten by someone else. He suspected that Brer Rabbit was to blame for this, but the rascally rabbit had covered his tracks so well that Brer Fox couldn't catch him. So Brer Fox came up with a plan. He found a smooth spot in his fence where a cunning rabbit could sneak in, and he set a trap for Brer Rabbit at that spot. He tied a rope to a nearby hickory sapling and bent it nearly double. Then he took the other end of the rope and made a loop knot that he fastened with a trigger right around the hole in the fence. If anybody came through the crack to steal his peas, the knot would tighten around their body, the sapling would spring upright, and they would be left hanging from the tree for everyone to see.
The next morning, Brer Rabbit came a-slipping through the hole in the fence. At once, the trigger sprung, the knot tightened on his forelegs, and the hickory tree snapped upright, quick as you please. Brer Rabbit found himself swung aloft betwixt the heaven and the earth, swinging from the hickory sapling. He couldn't go up and he couldn't go down. He just went back and forth.
Brer Rabbit was in a fix, no mistake. He was trying to come up with some glib explanation for Brer Fox when he heard someone a-rumbling and a-bumbling down the road. It was Brer Bear, looking for a bee-tree so he could get him some honey. As soon as Brer Rabbit saw Brer Bear, he came up with a plan to get himself free.
"Howdy, Brer Bear," he called cheerfully. Brer Bear squinted around here and there, wondering where the voice had come from. Then he looked up and saw Brer Rabbit swinging from the sapling.
"Howdy Brer Rabbit," he rumbled. "How are you this morning?"
"Middling, Brer Bear," Rabbit replied. "Just middling."
Brer Bear was wondering why Brer Rabbit was up in the tree, so he asked him about it. Brer Rabbit grinned and said that he was earning a dollar-a-minute from Brer Fox.
"A dollar-a-minute!" Brer Bear exclaimed. "What for?"
"I'm keeping the crows away from his goober patch," Brer Rabbit explained, and went on to say that Brer Fox was paying a dollar-a-minute to whomever would act as a scarecrow for him.
Well, Brer Bear liked the sound of that. He had a big family to feed, and he could use the money. When Brer Rabbit asked him if he would like to have the job, Brer Bear agreed. Brer Rabbit showed him how to bend the sapling down and remove the knot from his forepaws. When Brer Rabbit was free, Brer Bear climbed into the knot and soon he was hanging aloft betwixt heaven and earth, swing to and from the sapling and growling at the birds to keep them away from the goober patch.
Brer Rabbit laughed and laughed at the sight of Brer Bear up in the sapling. He scampered down the road to Brer Fox's place and told him that his trap was sprung and the goober thief was hanging from the hickory tree. Brer Fox grabbed his walking stick and ran down the road after Brer Rabbit. When he saw Brer Bear hanging there, Brer Fox called him a goober thief. Brer Fox ranted and raved and threatened to hit Brer Bear with his walking stick. He yelled so loud that Brer Bear didn't have time to explain nothing!
Brer Rabbit knew that Brer Bear would be plenty mad at him when he found out he had been tricked, and so he ran down the road and hid in the mud beside the pond, so that only his eyeballs stuck out, making him look like a big old bullfrog. By and by, a very grumpy Brer Bear came lumbering down the road.
"Howdy, Brer Bullfrog," Brer Bear said when he saw Brer Rabbit's eyes sticking out of the mud. "You seen Brer Rabbit anywhere?"
"Brer Rabbit jest ran on down the road," he told the grumpy Brer Bear in a deep croaking voice that sounded just like the voice of a frog. Brer Bear thanked him and trotted down the road, growling fiercely.
When Brer Bear was out of sight, Brer Rabbit jumped out of the mud. He washed himself off in the pond and then scampered home, chuckling to himself at how he'd escaped from Brer Fox and Brer Bear, and already thinking up a new way to get into Brer Fox's goober patch to get him some peas to eat.

Story 76

Story 76

The next night Phileas tried to sing the Nursery Rhyme to himself but he was keeping himself up by singing, therefore he decided to go and ask the owner of the hotel for a nice hot glass of milk, and while he sat in the lounge of the hotel she decided to tell him the legendary wonderful story about Christmas...

A Gift from Saint Nicholas

Claas Schlaschenschlinger was a wealthy cobbler living on New Street in New Amsterdam. He was a contented bachelor who could afford eight - eight mind you! - pairs of breeches and he had a little side business selling geese. He cut quite a figure in New Amsterdam society, and was happy being single, until he met the fair Anitje! She was as pretty as a picture, and Claas fell head over heels for her. He was not her only suitor, by any means. The local burgomaster was also courting the fair Anitje. But the burgomaster was a stingy, hard man, and in the end, Anitje gave her heart and hand to Claas. 

At first, Claas and Anitje were very happy and prosperous, raising geese and children. But the burgomaster was a vengeful sort of fellow, who began a series of "improvements" to the local neighborhood, charging highly for each one, until all their money was gone. The arrival of a blacksmith who repaired shoes with hob nails, so that the shoes lasted a year or more, left Claas, Anitje and their six children as poor as church mice. 

Christmas Eve found the Schlaschenschlinger family down to their last, cold meal of bread and cheese. Claas was wondering what he had left to sell, in order to feed his family. Then he remembered a fine pipe that he had found in one of his stockings on a long ago Christmas morning in Holland. It was a fine pipe, too good for a mere cobbler. Claas knew even then that such a gift could only be from Saint Nicholas himself. 

Claas leapt up and went to dig through an old chest until he found the pipe. As he unearthed it from under a pile of clothes, a draft of cold air came from the open front door. Claas scolded his children for playing with the door and went to close it, but found the doorway filled by the merry, round figure of a stranger. 

"Thank you, thank you, I will come in out of the cold," said the man, stomping in the door and taking a seat by the poor excuse for a fire that blazed in the hearth. 

The family gathered around the white bearded old fellow as he tried to warm himself. He scolded them roundly for not keeping the fire hot, and when Claas admitted that they had nothing left to burn, the old man broke his fine rosewood cane in two and threw it on the fire. The cane blazed up merrily, heating the whole room, and singeing the hair of the cat, which leapt away with a yowl of indignation, making everyone laugh. It was hard to be sober around this merry old man, who made sly jokes, told riddles, and sang songs. 

After sitting for half an hour with the family, the old man began rubbing his stomach and gazing wistfully at the cupboard. 

"Might there be a bite to eat for an old man on this Christmas Eve?" he asked Anitje. 

She blushed in shame and admitted there was nothing left in their cupboard. 

"Nothing?" said he, "Then what about that fine goose right there?"

Anitje gasped, for suddenly the smell of a tenderly roasted goose filled the room. She ran to the cupboard, and there was a huge goose on a platter! She also found pies and cakes and bread and many other good things to eat and drink. The little boys and girls shouted in delight, and the whole family feasted merrily, with the little white bearded old man seated at the head of the table. As they ate, Claas showed the old man the pipe he meant to sell. 

"Why that pipe is a lucky pipe," said the old man, examining it closely. "Smoked by John Calvin himself, if I am not mistaken. You should keep this pipe all your days and hand it down to your children." 

Finally, the church bells tolled midnight, and the little old man cried: "Midnight! I must be off!" Claas and Anitje begged him to stay and spend Christmas with them, but, he just smile merrily at them and strode over to the chimney. "A Merry Christmas to you all, and a Happy New Year!" he cried. And then he disappeared. Ever afterwards, Anitje and her daughters claimed they saw him go straight up the chimney, while Claas and the boys thought he kicked up the ashes and disappeared out the door. 

The next morning, when Anitje was sweeping the fireplace, she found a huge bag full of silver, bearing the words "A Gift from Saint Nicholas". Outside the house, there arose a clamor of voices. When Claas and Anitje went to investigate, they discovered their wooden house was now made of brick! 

At first, the townsfolk thought they were in league with a wizard, but when Claas told them the story and showed them the new possessions and riches left to them by the old man, they made him the town alderman. 

The transformed "Dutch House" remained a landmark for many years following the death of Claas and Anitje, until the British tore it down to make way for improvements in the neighborhood.

Story 75

Story 75


Phileas was so happy to be in New York that all his excitement was making it hard for him to sleep. So the owner of the hotel very kindly say Phileas a Nursery Rhymes. This Nursery Rhyme helped Phileas sleep so well that he wanted to share it with you all today...

Bobby Shafto

Bobby Shafto's gone to sea,
Silver buckles at his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love fore everymore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's looking out,
All his ribbons flew about,
All the ladies gave a shout,
Hey for bobby Shafto!