Last night, something new and old brought inspiration - a rare ingredient during harried days! Spring abounding moved me to crave peanut butter and chocolate. I indulged. Later, I worried, I'd treated myself before earning it as promised, by preparing something for the "No Fracking Way" concert in Beacon NY that evening. At the event, good old Pete Seeger showed me the way. I realized, seeing him calming sitting and occasionally singing along there, at age ninety-two, he was conserving his energy to help conserve our land along the Hudson River. I could do the same, just by turning the practice of hydro-fracturing for natural gas (fracking) into a fable.
I made up on the spot, a fable of "Elephants and Peanuts."
These pachyderms crave more from their pond than sun, wind in the banana trees, and the berry bushes. They decide to force deep hidden peanuts out of the underground. Scooping up berries with their trunks, mixing them with water from their pond, they stick snpouts in the ground to force up those precious peanuts, as butter. A big government monkey questioning their practice. They bribe him off with a bunch of bananas.
The elephants blast the berry mix into the ground. Up comes peanutbutter! They decide to go "Elvis" by frying bananas with their new found peanut butter. They go to light the mix, and Whoosh! their pond goes up in flames!
They elephant learn, watch out for your waters when fracking for peanuts!
Jonathan Kruk, has told tales from East of the Sun to West of the Hudson full time since the late 1980's. A master storyteller, he lives and performs for all those who believe in the power of faerie tales, appreciate local lore, and love a good story. Known for telling "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", he enchants squiggly kids with Finger Fables, and Story Theater. Visit www.jonathankruk.com for program descriptions.
Jonathan Kruk, Storyteller - entertains, enchants, educates
When at our home, a cottage near a lake in the Hudson Highlands, and children come around, I feel like a doctor or a dentist or a stockbroker. I get asked to work for free. Kids of course don't want advice on their cholesterol, crown or investments. They say. 'Jonathan, tell us a story!' Their parents try to rescue me. 'Jonathan needs to rest when he's at home. Storytelling is his job, and he's not working now.'
Once upon a time before my own daughter went away to college, the parents prevailed. 'I'm resting now, come to one of my shows!' Feeling the pang of passing (nay, pushing) time, I jump to indulge any kid who asks, tell me a story.
They don't get one of my performance tales, like "Barkface and Rootnose" or the headless horseman! We'll make something up, together. Strolling to the lake for example, I'll ask, what do those trees near the water look like?
'Trees!" "Giants?" "That twisted one looks like a Troll!"
Now, I've got something to turn into a tale. Of course, we're accompanied by our ten pound Pomeranian, Wesley - all fluffy and feisty. I've got my hero!
Once upon a time a slimy-skinned, fish-eyed, snaked-beared troll, with one snaggle tooth. (I've just taken what's in the lake and exaggerated it onto my troll) lived in this very lake. Once when you called out over the lake and your voice echoed back from the mountain, the Troll bubbled out of the water. The big boy in our lake parade, devilish look on his face, hollers. SNAGGLE! Wesley barks! (I've got my plot.)
Tossing slugs and snakes, shouting "stupid-noisy-noseys" I'll get you." Snaggle stormed after the kids. Smiling to make a flower face, the kids try hiding in a patch of Daisies. Snaggle still throws slugs, snakes and snorts! The kids shriek, but little big Wesley barks aarp! aarp! And he's not even fifty years old! My old friend gets the A.A.R.P. joke.
Wesley scared Snaggle so, that nasty troll scrambled up that tree. The big boy points to a shag bark hickory, and plays along. I see it, with the torn bark! The other kids look at adorable Wes grinning at our feet and over to the monstrous hickory. (!+!) <@@> {*!*}
How could Wesley scare a hairy scary troll?
There's one thing trolls fear more than sunshine and sugar cookies.
"What?" The kids wonder as we approach the lake. I huddle us in, and whisper.
"Big little dog kisses, terrify trolls!" Once Snaggle got up that tree, with little Wessie her aarping here, the troll croaked for his friends the lake crows. Who can caw like a crow? A girl with a pixie voice worries. "Won't we wake up the lake troll?" Why no! The crows came and carried Stinky Snaggle away over the mountains. Now, the lake is free of trolls, beautiful and ready for kids to jump in!
They all caw, clap and run for the little beach. And maybe, when they go off to college, they'll take away a little tale of vanquished lake troll.
And I'm ready to make up the next tale.
Thanks for reading this. Please be not shy about making a reply.
Once upon a time before my own daughter went away to college, the parents prevailed. 'I'm resting now, come to one of my shows!' Feeling the pang of passing (nay, pushing) time, I jump to indulge any kid who asks, tell me a story.
They don't get one of my performance tales, like "Barkface and Rootnose" or the headless horseman! We'll make something up, together. Strolling to the lake for example, I'll ask, what do those trees near the water look like?
'Trees!" "Giants?" "That twisted one looks like a Troll!"
Now, I've got something to turn into a tale. Of course, we're accompanied by our ten pound Pomeranian, Wesley - all fluffy and feisty. I've got my hero!
Once upon a time a slimy-skinned, fish-eyed, snaked-beared troll, with one snaggle tooth. (I've just taken what's in the lake and exaggerated it onto my troll) lived in this very lake. Once when you called out over the lake and your voice echoed back from the mountain, the Troll bubbled out of the water. The big boy in our lake parade, devilish look on his face, hollers. SNAGGLE! Wesley barks! (I've got my plot.)
Tossing slugs and snakes, shouting "stupid-noisy-noseys" I'll get you." Snaggle stormed after the kids. Smiling to make a flower face, the kids try hiding in a patch of Daisies. Snaggle still throws slugs, snakes and snorts! The kids shriek, but little big Wesley barks aarp! aarp! And he's not even fifty years old! My old friend gets the A.A.R.P. joke.
Wesley scared Snaggle so, that nasty troll scrambled up that tree. The big boy points to a shag bark hickory, and plays along. I see it, with the torn bark! The other kids look at adorable Wes grinning at our feet and over to the monstrous hickory. (!+!) <@@> {*!*}
How could Wesley scare a hairy scary troll?
There's one thing trolls fear more than sunshine and sugar cookies.
"What?" The kids wonder as we approach the lake. I huddle us in, and whisper.
"Big little dog kisses, terrify trolls!" Once Snaggle got up that tree, with little Wessie her aarping here, the troll croaked for his friends the lake crows. Who can caw like a crow? A girl with a pixie voice worries. "Won't we wake up the lake troll?" Why no! The crows came and carried Stinky Snaggle away over the mountains. Now, the lake is free of trolls, beautiful and ready for kids to jump in!
They all caw, clap and run for the little beach. And maybe, when they go off to college, they'll take away a little tale of vanquished lake troll.
And I'm ready to make up the next tale.
Thanks for reading this. Please be not shy about making a reply.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment