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Sun, 14 Nov 2010
A new Sad Tale, this Stephen Southwold, writes lovely stories but some are very sad.
The Hobbit 1974, Nicol Williamson.
TRUDI'S TALES INVITE YOU TO LISTEN TO
THE
HOBBIT Narrated and Acted by Nicol
Williamson born in South Lanarkshire in
1936.
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much.
And now for another
Tale of Wonder and
Romance
from the pen of Stephen
Southwold.
Trudi was a little upset about
the title of the Tale but then again with the tales
that are written and told by Stephen Southwold, we
don't always have any connection to the tale at
all!
A SAD
TALE.
The rain was drizzling down from
the sad grey sky on to a sad grey sea. I sat
staring out of my tiny cottage window, watching the
seagulls resting disconsolately upon the water, as
miserable as I was for lack of the
sunshine.
Presently I turned away from the window and drawing
my chair up to the fire, leaned back and looked at
my queer old clock. It certainly is a queer clock.
It is built like a house and in front there are two
doors. One door is always open and the other always
shut. When the weather is going to be wet a quaint
little old man with a ruddy face stands outside his
door, and when the weather is fine an equally
quaint little old lady stands outside of her door.
One is always within and the other always without,
and so they never get to see one another or have
the slightest chance of a friendly
greeting.
And so as I leaned back in my
chair and looked at the little old man with his
quaint ruddy face, his stiff arms and legs, and a
farmer's hat perched awry over one
eye.
The
seagulls were sad, I indeed none to happy, but the
look of misery upon the face of the little old man
was so heart rending that I exclaimed, "Cheer up,
old gentleman; the sun will shine
tomorrow."
"So much
the worse for me," he replied, in so woebegone a
voice that I had difficulty in keeping from
laughter.
"So much the worse for me
," he repeated, "for I never get to see the sun.
Sunshine for happy folks means gloom and darkness
for me; for then I am shut up in this wretched
little house, Although. " he added thoughtfully, my
dear wife comes out to enjoy the sun, and I suppose
that is
something."
"Your wife ?" I
asked in surprise.
"Of course !" he
snapped a little crossly. "Why, who else should
could it be ?"
"certainly,
certainly, " I agreed soothingly; but you see I
didn't know. How could I
?
"True," he replied
more amiably, "how should you ?" He was quiet for a
moment and then he went on. "Shall I tell you my
sad tale, our sad story, in fact
?"
"The very thing," I
replied eagerly; "there's nothing like a story on a
rainy day."
"It's very sad
you know," he ventured, putting his head a
little on one
side.
"A sad tale for a
sad day," I answered. "Perhaps we'll both feel
happier when you've told it. Do go
on."
"Listen then," he
said.
And so, leaning well bacck in my
chair, and pushing my feet a little higher up the
side of the mantle piece, I drew a deep breath,
nodded my head, and prepared to hear his
story.
But of course this is only the
beginning of the story the rest you will find at
Trudi's Tales, on page 52 of Seligor's Castle. But
the pictures won't be added till tomorrow. nite
nite and take care, Seligor
xxx