Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Poor Tailor.

                 Here is a story that I've told to children and they seem to enjoy it. I hope you do too.

                                                                     The Poor Tailor.

Once upon a time there was a poor tailor. His house was full of cloth – beautiful, beautiful cloth. But none of it was for him. It was all waiting to be turned into clothes for other people.

 Then one day he looked out of his door and there on his doorstep was a big bundle of beautiful red cloth – a present for the tailor.

 Well, straight away he took that cloth inside and he spread it out on his big table and he got out his scissors. And he began to snip.

 Snip, snip, snip. Snippety, snip, snip…

 And out of that cloth he made a...coat.

 It was a wonderful coat. He loved that coat. He wore it in the Spring and the Summer and the Autumn and the Winter. He wore it and he wore it and he wore it…until one day it was all worn out.

And he was just about to throw it away, when he had an idea. He spread the coat out on the table and…he got out his scissors and...

Snip, snip, snip. Snippety snip snip.

Out of that coat he made a...waistcoat.

Oh, what a waistcoat it was. He was so smart in that waistcoat. He wore it to all the best parties. He wore it and he wore it and he wore it…until one day it was all worn out.

And he was just about to throw it away, when he had an idea. He spread the waistcoat out on the table and…he got out his scissors and…

Snip, snip, snip. Snippety, snip, snip…

Out of that waistcoat he made a...hat.

Well, he loved that hat. He wore it in the sun and the rain and the wind and the snow. He wore it and he wore it and he wore it…until one day it was all worn out.

And he was just about to throw it away, when he had an idea. He put the hat on the table and…he got out his scissors…

Snip, snip, snip. Snippety, snip, snip…

Out of that hat he made a...hanky. A handkerchief.

He sneezed in that hanky and he sneezed in it and he sneezed in it and he sneezed in it, until one day it was all worn out.

And he was just about to throw it away; because there is nothing you can make out of a tiny little hanky....when he had an idea...he got out his scissors...

Snip, snip, snip. Snippety, snip, snip...

Out of that hanky he made...a button. His lucky button, he kept that button until he became an old, old man.

One day that button was all worn out. He was just about to throw it away when he had an idea.

This time he left his scissors in his pocket.

Out of the button and the hanky, the hat and the waistcoat, the coat and the beautiful red cloth that had been left as a present for the tailor he made....A Story.

And it is that story that I have just told you.
 
 
I hope you enjoyed it and you may even tell it yourself.  Keep smiling.
 
Silentowl.
 

 

 

 

2 comments:

  1. That was such a lovely story, and so very well told. :D The ending touched me especially in some way.

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  2. Thank you so much for your kind words and welcome to my blog. I hope you find other stories on here that you will also enjoy. I believe the ending means that no matter how small or insignificant things may appear to be they may have a greater importance, even a button. To others it may mean something different but I hope that those who read the story take something from it. Keep smiling and I hope you have a brilliant Samhain/Halloween. Blessings to all.

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