Once there was a Gauntlet….
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the Gauntlet….
very much.
And the Gauntlet was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the Gauntlet was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the Gauntlet
and the Gauntlet said, “Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.”
“I am too big to climb and play” said
the boy.
“I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money.”
“I’m sorry,” said the Gauntlet, “but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.”
And so the boy climbed up the
Gauntlet and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the Gauntlet was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time….
and the Gauntlet was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the Gauntlet shook with joy
and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.”
“I am too busy to climb Gauntlets,” said the boy.
“I want a house to keep me warm,” he said.
“I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?”
” I have no house,” said the Gauntlet.
“The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.”
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the Gauntlet was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the Gauntlet was so happy
she could hardly speak.
“Come, Boy,” she whispered,
“come and play.”
“I am too old and sad to play,”
said the boy.
“I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?”
“Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,” said the Gauntlet.
“Then you can sail away…
and be happy.”
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the Gauntlet was happy
… but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,”
said the Gauntlet,” but I have nothing
left to give you –
My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak
for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,”
said the Gauntlet. ” You
cannot swing on them – “
“I am too old to swing
on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone, ” said the Gauntlet.
“You cannot climb – “
“I am too tired to climb” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the Gauntlet.
“I wish that I could give you something….
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry….”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy.
“just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the Gauntlet, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
“well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the Gauntlet was happy.
Come sit on our stumps at Story Game Sunday. We’re playing Classroom Deathmatch, a game about teenagers who kill each other.
