A retelling from Uncle Remus Tales

Five minute story for early readers.

Papa Remba was an old, old man. Nobody knew just how old, but he’d been telling stories on the porch for longer than anyone could remember. He was a master of mischief and the best tales in the whole wide world. Now, Papa Remba had told stories to a little boy long, long ago, and that little boy had now grown up to be a daddy himself!

When this daddy brought his little boy to visit, Papa Remba knew this child was different. This little boy didn’t scamper around like a squirrel. His words were neat and tidy, never a hair out of place. He never seemed to get dirty. He was not a talkative
chap; he had been taught that it is impolite to ask questions, and as a childโ€™s conversation must necessarily be made up of questions, he had little to say. 

Papa Remba sat on his porch and chuckled to himself. This serious little fellow needed a sprinkle of good old-fashioned fun, a reminder that the world was wilder and more wonderful than he knew! 

One sunny afternoon, the little boy’s grandmother sent him out with a tray of treats to share with Papa Remba. The old man grinned a toothy grin, then began to swish his cane at shadows, muttering about mischievous spirits called Impundulus. The little boy stared, wide-eyed, as Papa Remba declared, “Better eat that custard, child, before the Impundulus steal it right out from under your nose!”

Papa Remba waving his cane about

The boy giggled a shy sound that surprised him and sat down on Papa Remba’s weathered porch step. Papa Remba dipped into his bag of tales. He spoke of clever rabbits, wily coyotes, and talking animals dancing under the moon. The little boy’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. 

Well, the serious little boy giggled, then laughed, then laughed so hard his belly hurt! Papa Remba pretended to be extra surprised, and then they both laughed even harder.

The young boy giggled joyously in our retold Uncle Remus Tales

Papa Remba knew that stories were like seeds. Plant them in a child’s heart, give them a little sunshine, and soon they’d blossom. From that day on, the little boy and Papa Remba were best friends. The boy learned that with a bit of mischief, a dash of courage, and a heart open to wonder, every day could be an adventure.

Soon enough, he’d be playing and exploring all the magic hidden in the long summer days and making all the best kinds of mischief, just like Papa Remba hoped for!

So dear reader, in the words of Papa Remba, “Stories are the maps of the heart, my child. Follow them, and they will lead you to great adventures and understanding.”

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