01x02 - Gabriel Byrne & Naya Rivera

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before anyone wakes up

the paper boy knows his route by heart

so

he doesn't ever think about which house

to pedal to

our last story read by gabriel byrne is

about the adventure a boy and his

grandfather share

have you ever seen the fiddler henry

asked

not yet said grandpa but

maybe we will tonight

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story time is made possible by the grant

from helen and peter bean

so that families everywhere can share

the joy of reading with their children

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now would you guys like to see

some great pictures and listen to a fun

story

oh yeah sure and it's called

when i was five and the pictures and the

words

are by arthur howard

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when i was five i wanted to be an

astronaut

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or a cowboy

or both when i was five

this was my favorite kind of car

this was my favorite kind of dinosaur

does anybody know what kind of dinosaur

this is i

do what is it pterodactyl

that's right tactile

this was my favorite secret hiding place

and this was my best friend

mark

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mark had a dog named peggy

and a brother who used bad words

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touchy

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and bunk beds my favorite kind of bed

when i was

five now i'm six

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[Applause]

and i want to be a major league baseball

player

or a deep sea diver

now that i'm six this is my favorite

kind of car

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this is my favorite kind of dinosaur

a tyrannosaurus that's right you all

knew what kind that was

this is my second best hiding place

my favorite one is a secret

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and this is my best friend

mark

some things never change

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the end

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did you like that story yeah yeah

what changed for the boy after he was

six

he liked a different kind of car which

was a

racing race car

yeah he liked his other hiding place

and he learned how to keep secrets

that's right it's very big some

important things

changed did anything stay the same

his friend mark yeah mark

you know what's the same with me i love

stories when i was five and i absolutely

know i'm gonna love them when i'm 105.

me too

how about you guys yeah

take a deep breath

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gee i i wish you could have come to the

library with us kathy

julia red is a cool book i'm sorry i

missed it

it reminded me of things i liked when i

was five years old

i still like some of the same things now

but i also

like different things too oh yeah when i

was five

my favorite favorite thing was my

stuffed animal collection

but now my favorite thing is my doctor

kit and my favorite thing was my

fireman's cap but now it's my astronaut

uniform

okay your heart's fine i'll say

uh okay

i wonder where lucy is she was supposed

to be

here did someone call me

i'm lucy come on kids hi lucy

hi wolfie hi kathy aquino

this is kyle and this is casey oh hi

casey hi kyle

say lucy yes do you still like the same

things you liked when you were a little

girl

well i like some of the same things like

uh hot chocolate with marshmallows and

drawing pictures

and of course my friends and family but

i also like new things too things that i

hadn't discovered when i was little

gee i wonder if i'll always want to be

an

astronaut i think i'll always want to be

a doctor

well lots of things change as you get

older but some things stay the same

i brought a book about a little boy

who has a job he loves and why don't you

listen and see if it's something you'd

like to do

oh what kind of job is it oh it's very

important

it's called the paper boy and it's by

dave

pilkey

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the mornings of the paperboy are still

dark

and they are always cold even in the

summer

and on these cold mornings the paper

boys bed is still warm

and it is always hard to get out

even for his dog

but they do and

softly they step down the quiet hall

past the door

where the paper boy's father and mother

are sleeping

past the door where his sister is asleep

and down to the kitchen where they eat

from their bowls

and out to the garage where they quickly

fold their papers

snapping on green rubber bands and

placing them in a large red

bag it's hard to ride a bike

when you're loaded down with newspapers

but the paper boy has learned how to do

this

and he's good at it

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the paper boy knows his route by heart

so

he doesn't ever think about which house

to pedal to

instead he is thinking about other

things

big things and small things

and sometimes he's thinking about

nothing

at all his

dog too knows this route by heart he

knows

which trees are for sniffing he knows

which bird baths are for drinking

which squirrels are for chasing and

which

cats are for growling

all the world is asleep except for the

paper boy

and his dog and this is the time when

they are the happiest

but little by little the world around

them wakes up

the stars and the moon fade away and the

skies become

orange and pink and when the paper boy

has delivered his

last newspaper he and his dog

race home and his empty red

bag flaps behind him in the cold morning

air soon

they are back home it is still dark

inside but the sounds of mourning are

all

his around and mother are awake and

talking softly in their bed

and his sister is downstairs watching

saturday morning cartoons

and back inside his own room the paper

boy

pulls down his shade and crawls back

into his bed

which is still warm

and while all of the world is waking up

the paper boy is going back to sleep

and his dog is sleeping too

their work is done

and now is the time

for dreaming

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the end

gee it sounds like it'd be cool to be a

paper boy

you'd be all by yourself on your own

real early in the morning

i think i'll do that instead of being an

astronaut kino

hmm well that can wait a little while

besides i don't think i'd be a paper boy

all my life

oh there are lots and lots of things you

can do in your life kino

and that's part of growing up trying new

things

well what are some of the things that

you'd like to try when you

get older how about you kyle buying

a jet wow yeah yeah

what else trying my first case as

the detective wow

detective huh huh how about you casey

what would you like to do when you get

older uh

the uh

stunts flyer for the blue angels

that's great isn't that sort of

dangerous

no no

unless i have to do the dead man's stall

the dead man stopped dead man stall

like he's hit and he goes down and um

pretends he crashes but then he just

goes right back up

wow wow that's going to take a lot of

skill

huh and i also have to learn to make a

trick like

flying with the you know the group

and making it look like it there's only

one plane

but there's a whole group when they fly

perfectly together right

gee growing up will be filled with new

adventures won't it

yeah yeah yeah it will i was just

thinking

getting big isn't always so great my

grandpa just lost three teeth

and the tooth fairy didn't bring him a

thing wow

i never thought of that me neither

that's one of the not so good things

about growing up huh

huh look gabriel's here oh

i'll move over kalki

hello everybody hi mr burns

hi you know we were just talking about

the things that change when you grow up

well you know one thing

that's never changed for me is how much

i love a good story oh yeah

i'll always like stories even when i'm a

hundred

what about you kids mm-hmm

do you think you'll always like stories

yeah yeah yeah

well before we start this story i

brought a special photograph

it's a picture of the aurora borealis

which means the northern lights cool

they're so beautiful you know you can

see them if you go

way up north and then the sky at night

just

glows with beautiful colors yeah well

this story

takes place way up north under the

northern lights

and it's about a grandpa and a grandson

and the very special adventure that they

have together

would you like to hear yeah yeah yeah

you bet

it's called the fiddler of the northern

lights

and it's written by natalie kinsey

warnock and it's drawn the pictures are

by leslie

w bowman

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far to the north where wolves howl at

the moon

and the stars hang so low and bright it

seems you could hop from one to the

other like rocks in the stream

the old folks say that strange and

wondrous

things sometimes happen

the pepin family lived in the north

woods along the wild saint maurice

river mama papa

ammon alice and henry

who was eight years old so far nothing

strange or wondrous had happened to

henry

but he knew something might because

grandpa pepin

had told himself

henry loved the little cabin and the

wild tumbling river that was never out

of ear or mind

but most of all he loved when grandpa

pepin came whistling through the woods

to visit

the dark winter days didn't seem so long

or lonely

when grandpa pepin was there telling his

stories of the north woods

legends he'd heard as a boy of the great

white owl

ebu blanc are the terrible loot garu

who was part man and part wolf

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some of grandpa's stories were scary and

some were not

but henry knew them all by heart

did you know that rabbits come out to

dance on moonlit nights

henry asked armand when they were ice

fishing at the trout halls

i told you that i'm on set

grandpa pepin grandpa pepin is just

making that up

herman said don't believe any of his

stories

do you know what makes the northern

lights dance henry asked mama and alice

when they were carrying in armloads of

wood

mama and alice didn't know magic

said henry and the fiddler

what fiddler alice asked

her grandpa was a boy henry said

the old folk of the village told of a

fiddler who lives where the northern

lights are born

but he plays his fiddle he rouses the

lights from sleep

and they dance to his music ah

henry side mama that's just one of

grandpa's stories

henry ran all the way to grandpa's cap

the fiddler is real isn't he grandpa

why of course he is grandpa said

but most people never see him

i wish i could see him henry said

couldn't we look for him sometime

just you and me the next night

grandpa brought skates he'd made from

wood and barrel hoops

we're going on an adventure grandpa said

at night henry asked sure

said grandpa night is the best time for

adventure

when there's a touch of magic in the air

where we call grandpa to look for the

fiddler

grandpa said henry and grandpa

strapped the skates to their boots and

swooped up the frozen river

the forest and the sky seemed so large

and dark

like the mouth of the terrible loop garu

ready to swallow them

henry skated very close to grandpa

have you ever seen the fiddler henry

asked

not yet said grandpa but maybe

we will tonight the frozen river was

black

and smooth like a mirror

stars glittered in the ice

henry skated from one to the other

following the stars north

the fiddler must be playing grandpa said

see the northern lights are beginning to

dance

the ice shone with the colors of the sky

purple and red and green henry and

grandpa skated for miles on that ribbon

of

sparkling dancing light

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henry had never been so far up the river

once or twice he thought he had music

but he never saw the fit

grandpa stopped i'll just

rest a few minutes grandpa said

he sat down and closed his eyes

he looks old henry thought

henry watched the lights fade and the

river became

just a river again black and smooth

henry felt tired too and a little sad

the fiddler must have been just one of

grandpa's stories after all

we should be getting home grandpa said

they'll be uh they'll be wondering where

we are

i'm sorry we didn't find the fiddler

it was very late before they got back

home

mama gave them both some hot tea

and a good scolding you had us

worried sick mama said where were you

i'm sorry angeline grandpa said tiredly

we uh we shouldn't have gone so far up

the river

we went to find the fiddler said henry

oh paw mama said to grandpa

i never want to hear another one of your

wild stories

there was a knock at the door

mercy said mama who else would be out so

late on such a cold night

a stranger stood in the darkness

his long white beard hung down to his

waist

and his blue eyes sparkled like stars

under one arm he carried a long

black box

now i was out playing tonight and i was

hoping to warm myself

by your fire papa told him to come in

and mama fixed him some hot tea too

what were you playing henry asked

a fiddle the stranger said would you

like to hear it

henry and grandpa smiled at each other

we sure would said grandpa

the stranger opened the box and picked

up a black fiddle

that gleamed in the candle light we

followed the lights up the river

henry said can you

make them come out again tonight

the stranger lifted the fiddle to his

chin

and began to play

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the song that poured from the fiddle was

as sweet

and clear as a mountain stream

as it flowed out into the night filling

up the dark spaces of the sky

the northern lights began to dance

people began to gather around the cabin

neighbors coming from up and down the

river

no one on all the wild scent maurice had

ever had such music

and all who listened knew they'd never

hear

such music again the bright lights

leaped from the darkness spinning and

twirling like dancers in their finest

gowns

when the neighbors saw how the lights

swayed to the music

they were frightened don't be afraid

the fiddler said i shall play my fiddle

and you shall dance

all night

soon people fill the cabin to burst

chairs and stools were pushed aside

to make a dancing floor the walls

rattled with the thumping of feet and

the fiddler's music

while the northern lights burned over

him

on and on he played all through the

night

until they could dance no more

the music slowed as sad

and lonesome as a wolf howl

when it stopped the lights

took one last bell

and then they were gone

the sun will soon be rising the fiddler

said

the dance is over and i must be on my

way

he turned toward the north and grandpa

and henry watched

as he disappeared into the woods

off to bed with you alma said hugging

henry

then she hugged grandpa too huh

i'll never say another word about your

wild stories

you know grandpa said i

i didn't believe my wild stories either

until

until now and they all laughed

henry never saw the fiddler again

but to this day when the northern lights

are sweeping across the sky

there are old folk along the saint

maurice

who say that when the wind is just right

you can hear the sound of a fiddle

as for grandpa's other stories well

henry still hasn't seen the rabbits

dance

but on moonlit nights he fills his

pockets with carrots

just in case

wow you know grandpa pepin was just

as surprised as henry was to see the

fiddler yeah

the grandpa told the story but i don't

think he believed it himself till he saw

the fiddler

it was quite an adventure for both of

them wasn't it yeah

even if you're old you can still have

adventures huh

i never want to stop having adventures

me neither

me neither me neither oh and speaking

of adventures i have a handful of them

here

our story picks for today this story is

about a great mouse explorer

livingstone mouse is his name growing up

takes livingstone on a great adventure

to find the best place in the world to

live

and i picked a book called isla in this

story rosalva and her grandmother her

abuela

soar into an imaginary adventure to la

isla

the island where abuela grew up well

thanks for the story mr byrne

you know that fiddler book made me want

to go on an adventure

and the paper boy book made me want to

take a bike ride

see ya bye bye see you know i've never

seen an

astronaut on a bicycle before oh

right oh i know i'll pretend

it's a rocket ship and i'm going to mars

to deliver newspapers

good luck yeah the martian chronicle oh

that's a good one kino well goodbye

everybody

and remember give a story

that's goodbye in french bye bye see ya

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so

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today's story time books are when i was

five

by arthur howard the paper boy

by dave pilkey fiddler of the northern

lights by natalie kinsey warnock

illustrated by leslie w bowman

livingstone

mouse by pamela duncan edwards

illustrated by henry cole

and isla by arthur doros

illustrated by elisa cleven

you can find these and other books at

your local library

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story time is made possible by the grant

from holland and peter b

so that families everywhere can share

the joy of reading with their

children

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story time is production of kcet's lost