16x09 - Episode 9

[bunniefuu]

[THEME MUSIC]

-[SINGING] It's a beautiful
day in this neighborhood,

a beautiful day for a
neighbor, would you be mine?

Could you be mine?

I'll be right back.

[SINGING] It's a neighborly
day in this beautywood,

a neighborly day for a
beauty, would you be mine?

Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have
a neighbor just like you.

I've always wanted to live
in a neighborhood with you.

So let's make the most
of this beautiful day.

Since we're together we might
as well say, would you be mine?

Could you be mine?

Won't you be my neighbor?

Won't you please, won't
you please, please

won't you be my neighbor.

Did you see the neighbor
that came in with me?

Come on, kitty.

Come on.

Come on kitty, I want
you to meet people.

This kitty's name
is Jimmy, and it

belongs to some friends of mine.

Yeah.

Come on.

See my television friend?

Yeah, say hello to my
television neighbor.

Oh he's very busy.

Wants to see everything.

I know.

Of course.

And the kitten's mother lives
with these friends of mine too.

And when this kitten was
born, when Jimmy was born,

those friends made a film of it
being born, so we could see it.

And I'd like to show
that film to you now.

Come on over with me, OK?

And we'll see a film
about when you were born.

Such a fine boy.

Let's just look right
over at Picture Picture.

Now this is Jimmy's mother.

She looks fat, but
that's because she

has little kittens
inside, ready to be born.

You see, the mother
has a special opening

where the kittens will come out.

Here's one being born now.

He looks wet, doesn't he?

But after his mother licks him
he'll get all dry and fluffy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

And as soon he's
able the kitten will

look for one of his
mother's nipples

and be able to drink her milk.

He must feel very soft.

See the mother cat really
cares for her kittens.

And there's the newborn
kitten, little Jimmy.

Yes, how much you've
grown already.

Such a fine kitty.

You've grown so much
since you were born.

When I was a little
boy I wondered

how kittens and puppies
and little animals

like that were born.

Would you like to get down?

My grandfather let me watch his
cat give birth to her kittens,

and I'll always remember
that it's a wonderful time.

He helped me to
understand it so well.

And he told me,
you know Freddie,

it's all right to wonder about
things and ask about things.

I was thinking
about my grandfather

when I made up that
song about wondering.

You know, the one
called Did You Know

That It's All Right to Wonder?

[SINGING]: Did you know?

Did you know?

Did you know that it's
all right to wonder?

Did you know that it's
all right to wonder?

There are all kinds
of wonderful things.

Did you know?

Did you know?

Did you know that it's
all right to marvel?

Did you know that it's
all right to marvel?

There are kinds of
marvelous things!

You can ask a lot of questions
about the world and your place

in it.

You can ask about
people's feelings.

You can learn the
sky's the limit.

Did you know?

Did you know?

Did you know when you
wonder you're learning?

Did you know when you
marvel you're learning?

About all kinds of
wonderful, all kinds

of marvelous, marvelously
wonderful things.

Oh kitty jumped up on the couch.

Jimmy you jumped
up on the couch.

Yes, good for you.

I wanted to tell you something.

You know that when
you were just starting

to grow inside your mother--

I just wanted to say that
when he started to grow inside

of his mother he was
just a little speck.

And he grew and he
grew until he was

big enough to live
outside his mother.

But he still needed her to
feed him and take care of him

for awhile.

And someday, someday Jimmy--
oh you like it there, do you?

You like to sit
there on the floor?

Some day you're going to
be a big cat like your mom.

Or like your dad.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Oh there's somebody at the door.

Let's go see who's at the door.

Let's go see who's at the door.

Oh, it's Mr. McFeely.

Mr. McFeely.

-Good day to you.

Is this a good time
for the pick up?

-Oh it's a perfect
time Mr. McFeely.

Jimmy's a very frisky kitty.

-Well I'll take
good care of him.

-I know you will feel.

-See you around
the neighborhood.

-All right Mr. McFeely.

Thanks so much.
-You're welcome!

Bye bye.

-Bye bye.

Well let's have
some make-believe.

Trolley?

Last time we pretended
that Lady Elaine Fairchilde

had made a cover for Mr. Aber.

And when he put it on he
looked like King Friday.

So now let's pretend that
they're waiting for the Queen

and the King to come out
of the castle and see them.

All right?

Ready Trolley?

To the neighborhood
of make-believe.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Well here's the trolley.

Where's your cover, Trolley?

Well it looks good on you.

Yes, it does.

-Oh, here comes somebody.

-Put on your cover, Charles.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Well, well.

Hello, everyone.

-Hello Queen Sara.

-Why Friday you must have
had a huge breakfast.

I am not your
husband, Queen Sara.

-Oh but you look just like
him, only somewhat larger.

-I'm really Charles
R. Aber underneath.

-Oh I think Friday
would just love that.

-Is Uncle Friday
at home, Aunt Sara?

-He is.

I expect him any moment.

Yes.

[HORNS]

-Oh that must be him now.

[HORNS]

-Yes, an assembled
gathering, I presume.

-Correct as usual, King Friday.

-Who is holding
that large mirror?

-There's no large mirror
here, Uncle Friday.

-But there's a very large me.

-Yes, it's the largest you
I've ever seen, Friday.

-The large me may speak.

-King Friday the


-But I am the person.

Who speaks under that cover?

-Oh Friday you guessed it
was a cover, you clever King.

-Of course I guessed.

There's only one of the real me.

-Well there's only one
of everybody, toots.

-I guess that's true.

Only one of you, Fairchilde.

-That's right, toots.

Aren't you glad?

-Well that is a clever cover.

Now who is underneath?

-Don't you want to guess, King?

-Of course.

Let me guess.

Are you Cornflake S. Pecially?

-No sire, I am not.

-Are you Daniel Striped Tiger?

-No sire, I am not.

-What about X the Owl?

-Not the owl, sire.

I come from Westwood.

-Are you our Westwood
neighbor, Charles R.Aber?

-I am, sire.

-Oh that was most
pleasant interchange.

-Oh thank you.

It was Lady Elaine's idea.

-Why Fairchilde you're
always surprising me.

-This time for good, huh?

-Exactly.

Do you know what would
add to my pleasure?

-What is that, toots?

-I would like to see
Charles and Lady Aberlin

dancing as the King
and his beloved niece.

-Oh that be fun.

-Yes.

May I have this
dance, niece Aberlin?

-Of course sire.

And shall we make it
up as we go along?

-Certainly!

A niece and King dance.

-Niece and King dance, lovely.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Oh no, don't come so close.

-What's the matter, Daniel?

-Please don't come so
close to the clock.

-Why not?

-Because it might happen to me.

-What might happen?

-Whatever happened
to King Friday.

-Nothing happened
to Uncle Friday.

-Oh yes it did,
didn't it King Friday?

-Nothing happened to
the real King Friday.

-Well how did you
get to be too big?

-I'm not to big for me.

-Oh please stay away.

I don't want to
get to be that big.

-Oh, you won't Daniel.

This is just a cover that
looks like Uncle Friday.

Show him, Mr. A.

-Oh, you're really
Mr. Aber under it all.

-Yeah, I'm really just me
with a Kingly cover, Daniel.

-Oh.

I was afraid of you.

-Why do you think you were?

-I thought that if I would touch
you, or you would touch me,

all of a sudden I'd get
to be a huge wild tiger.

Like you were a
huge King Friday.

-But that's not how
people grow, is it?

-I guess not.

-Some people dream
they grow that way.

-I'm not dreaming
right now, am I?

-Oh no Daniel.

You're very much awake.

-Oh.

And I'm glad I
talked with you two.

'Cause I'm very
much feeling better.

-We're glad, too.

-We're glad.

-Thanks Lady A. And Mr. A.

-Well thank you for being
our honest friend Daniel.

-Oh ugga mugga Daniel.

Ugga mugga to you.

-I give you ugga mugga?

-Oh yes, thank you.

Ugga mugga.

-Thank you, Mr. Aber.

-And now we best dance
over to the castle.

-Oh I'll watch you.

Bye!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I wonder if he'll ever
come down from the sky.

-I wonder.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Well, you two must have
danced the whole way

to someplace else.

-Well we stopped and talked with
someone who thought I was you,

King Friday.

-Oh they must've
been so disappointed

when they found that it wasn't.

-Oh sad.

-They were relieved,
Uncle Friday.

It can be scary to
get too big too fast.

-Oh I suppose so.

-Well let's have some
refreshments then.

-For the day when Fairchilde
gave her Kingly friend a treat.

-And the treats made
up a beautiful dance.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Oh, wait!

Trolley!

Trolley it's just a cover!

-Yeah, come closer Trolley.

See?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Daniel was really worried that
if he touched the big King,

he'd get to be
big very fast too.

I know I used to dream
about being very, very big.

And I had to do lots of scary
things because I was so big.

But when I woke up I
was glad I was myself.

And I could do the things
that I was used to doing.

Those are important
things to think about.

That was a pretty
dance that Lady Aberlin

and Mr. Aber made up together.

You could make up a
dance if you like.

In fact, I'll play something on
the piano here and you dance.

If you can't dance
with your legs,

maybe you could
dance with your arms,

or your neck, or your eyebrows.

Like that.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Can you dance to that?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I like to make up music.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are you going faster?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh, it's the telephone.

I wondered what that was.

Hello?

Oh yes, uh huh,
it is a good time.

All right, sure we
can go out there.

Yes, I'd like that.

Thanks very much, May.

Alrighty, see you
in just a minute.

That was May Sarton.

She's a very fine
poet friend of mine.

She writes lots of
different kinds of books,

and she said she'd
come over and tell us

some things about
making up poetry.

I want to get a
couple of her books,

and then we'll go
outside and wait for her.

Oh, she's a special lady.

Come on, we'll go out here.

She's going to stop by
on her way to school.

When May comes we often
come out here on the porch

and read to each other.

Those are good times.

I think I remember the
first poem I ever learned.

My grandmother said it to me.

She said, roses are red, violets
are blue, sugar is sweet,

and so are you.

I think that's how she felt
about me, my grandmother.

And I guess that's why
I wanted to learn it.

Do you know any poems?

Maybe you'll make
some up some time.

Oh, there she is now.

Hi May!

-Hello.

-I'd like you to
know my television

neighbor, May Sarton.

-Hello.

-Will you come up to our swing?

-Yes, glad to.

-I was telling my
friends you are a poet.

You write all kinds
of things, don't you?

-Yes I do.

But I like poetry best.

-Best.

-Best, oh yes.

-And did you write when
you were a little girl?

-I think I did.

I'm sure I did, but also
I learned a lot of poems

by heart.

I loved to say them.

Sort of got them
in my ear, I think.

-They're like music
in a way, aren't they?

-They're very like.

They're on the verge
of music and not quite.

That's the magic, I think.

It's just magic
somehow, in between.

-Well when you were a
little girl you wrote poems,

didn't you?

-Oh yes I did.

Oh I did.

-Well when you
would make them up,

did you think now these are
things that people will read?

-Oh no, I don't think I did.

I was doing it for myself.

And because I just love
to say them and hear them.

And then it was nice when I
could say to one of my friends,

look I've just
written this poem,

would you like to hear it?

-And they would.

-And they would.

Yes they would.

-Did your mom or your
dad ever read to you?

-My mother always did.

Before I went to sleep
she always read poems.

And I can hear her
voice now, just

spinning in my head, lines.

Children dear, was it yesterday?

It's a poem, an English
poem, that says that.

I love that line.

-I wonder If you might
read some of yours.

I was showing this to my
friends, the Fur Person.

-It's about my cat, you know.

The cat called Tom Jones.

-Look here, a couple
of the same book.

She's got one, too.

-There's the cat.

He's a nice plain cat
with a white shirt front.

And when I was
writing the book I

was trying to find a way
to have the cat talk, which

would be different
from my talking.

So I decided to have
him be the poet.

And so he writes
poems, lots of poems.

Here's one where everybody
wants him to fight.

And he is a gentle cat, and he
doesn't want to fight you see.

You'll appreciate this, Fred.

A gentle cat.

So I'm going to read the poem he
says about being a gentle cat.

I've come disarmed, I've come
for good among you, my friends.

I'm greatly charmed
by this neighborhood,

where my story ends.

So be gentle, do,
and accept my state.

For I will not fight,
whatever you do.

I'm a gentle cat.

And it is my right to sit in
the sun on this lovely street,

on a fine June morning.

And to anyone I may chance
to meet, I give this warning,

I'm a gentle cat.

And I will not fight.

-Gentle cat and will not fight.

You like cats, don't you?

-Yes I do.

I always have had a cat, always.

-Would it be an
imposition to ask

you to read one of my
favorite poems of yours?

It's called Halfway to Silence.

-Oh yes, well I'd
love to read that.

Especially for you, Fred.

It's a little short poem.

Halfway to Silence.

I was halfway to silence.

Halfway to lands end
when I heard your voice.

Shall I take you with me?

Shall we go together?

All the way to silence,
all the way to lands end.

Is there a choice?

-Is that a love poem?

-I think so.

Yes, it is.

I guess all my poems
are love poems.

-Because you have so much
of it inside yourself.

-I don't know.

Valerie said that once,
all poems are love poems.

He was a French poet.

And I was glad to
see that somebody

agreed with me on that.

-A little girl
once said, it must

be really easy to be a poet.

Because poems just
come into your head.

Do you think that's true?

-Well it is in a way.

I mean, something comes.

A line is given, I think.

God or somebody sends it down.

And then you have this
and you work with it.

That's the beginning,
it's not the whole thing.

And gradually the poem comes.

But it's a song,
and it's something

said at the same time,
it's just all by itself,

it's different
from other things.

It's not quite music, you
see, and yet it's music.

-But when I hear you read, it
brings music to me somehow.

-I hope so.

That's what I want.

-How special it is.

You think that maybe some of
our friends might be poets?

-I'm sure they are.

I'm sure they are.

There are friends out there
who are poets right now, who

are beginning to say
things to themselves,

and listen to the sounds
of them, you know.

And how they look.

Try and describe your cat.

Try and talk the way
a squirrel might.

Oh!

-Hello.

-Oh hi, Chris.

-Hi May.

-I'm glad to see you.

-Glad to see you again, Fred.

I came to pick up May,
go to take her to school.

-I want you to know my
television neighbor.

-Oh hi.

-Chris Davink.

-Hi.

-Couldn't you stay
just a minute?

-Well, OK.

School won't be for another few
minutes, I guess we can say.

-Sit down.

-If that's OK to interrupt you.

-We've been have a
good talk about poetry.

-Hi, good to see you!

-Good to see you again, May.

-Chris you know is poet, too.

-Oh yes.

-And did you write poems
when you were a little boy?

-Very little boy, yes,
I used to write poems.

-Well how did you go
about writing poems?

May was telling us, take
a look at a squirrel

and just try to describe it.

How would you make up your poem?

-Well I think I remember my--
I like the sound of things,

and I remember my father
saying something like,

the Ba, Ba Black Sheep.

Remember those wonderful rhymes?

-Yes, indeed.

-And he'd go ba, ba black sheep,
have you any wool he would say.

And I liked the way
he stretched that word

and played with that sound.

And I always remembered
him doing that.

So I guess that's
where it started,

listening to that sound
and wanting to repeat

that wonderful sound
that was there.

It was kind of fun.

-And do you do that
with your children?

-That exact poem
I did with my boy.

I have David, who's a
little six year old.

And I did that, too.

-Oh you must read to them.

That's lovely.

-Yes, yes I read the poems.

-I can hear my mother's voice
you know, whenever I write.

I can hear my mother,
she used to read

me poems when I was very small,
always before I went to sleep.

And they'd sort of be
running around in my head.

-And so now when
you write you hear--

-I hear her voice quite often.

-What a comfort.

-It is, yes.

-That's what I do
with my children, too.

I read to them every night.

Every night we read to them,
with books and lots of poetry.

I guess that's where it begins.

-One time you told
me that you sometimes

make a little squiggle
with two hands, is it?

On paper?

-My sister and I, Anne, when
we were little my father

brought us home some paper.

And we said, well, what
can we do with this paper?

So Anne took a pencil and I took
a pencil, and I closed my eyes

and I made a design
on the paper.

And I opened my eyes and
looked at this design.

And you know how children
look at the clouds,

and they'll say that's
a rabbit up there.

Or that's a sailboat up there.

Well I looked at my
little paper, my squiggle

that I made on this
paper, and I said well

that looks like a train maybe.

Or that looks like a rabbit.

You just make up, you kind of
see something in the picture.

-You make a squiggle
and then you

sort of discover
what you've made.

-That's what writing is.

You see an image and you
add on a little word,

and you make up the image.

And it's a beautiful connection.

-It must be a joy
to be a writer.

-Yeah, it is.

-It is a joy, isn't it?

-Fred I hate to interrupt, but
we really have to get going.

-Yes we do.

-The children are waiting
for May at school.

-Well they're lucky
to have both of you.

-That was great.

-Thanks for coming.

-Well thanks, thanks very much.

-Yes, thanks very much.

-Thank you, May.

-It was lovely to see you.

-Thank you May for being.

Goodbye, my dear.

-Bye bye, Fred.

-Bye Chris.

I love to share wonderful
people with you.

Come on, let's go inside.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Did you ever think that whenever
you make up your own play,

you're being creative,
like those two poets.

Playing might be
one of your ways

of thinking about your feelings.

Making poems, making up a dance,
dreaming, singing, all kinds

of ways to grow and
show who you are.

[SINGING]: It's such a good
feeling, to know you're alive.

It's such a happy feeling,
you're growing inside.

And when you wake
up ready to say,

I think I'll make
a snappy new day.

It's such a good feeling,
a very good feeling,

the feeling you know that I'll
be back when the day is new.

And I'll have more
ideas for you.

And you'll have things
you'll want to talk about.

I will too.

You always make each
day a special day,

and we have a special
time together.

I'll be back next time.

Goodbye.

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