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Think of a time you showed generosity.
Maybe you said something kind to the new kid at school or helped an elderly neighbor with chores.
Perhaps you held the door open for someone or offered a friendly smile.
Being generous can make us feel great.
But, as we'll hear in today's tale, it can offer other rewards too, including some we never expected.
Whistling.
I'm Rebecca Sheer and welcome to Circle Round.
Live at the Pace Center in Parker, Colorado.
Today our story is called The Palace of Cats.
It was inspired by Palestinian lore.
You'll find related versions from Italy and Greece.
Joining me on stage is a quartet of talented actors Jeffrey Donovan, Kenya Mahogany, Michael McNeil and Matt Zambrano.
Providing musical accompaniment is the one and only Eric Shimalonis.
So circle around everyone for the Palace of Cats.
In a little hillside village, in a tiny thatched roof cottage, lived an old man named Rafi.
Oh, great googly moogly.
Look at all these wonderful people.
How did the lot of you squeeze into my tiny thatched roof cottage?
This place is so small, you could drop a washcloth on the floor and have wall-to-wall carpet.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Rafi's hair was as white as sugar.
His face was as wrinkled as parchment.
His joints were as creaky as rusty hinges.
But his eyes were bright and alert behind his spectacles.
His smile was welcoming and warm.
And as everyone in the village knew, so was his heart.
Ah, good day, Mr. Darwish.
Sorry you're stuck home with that broken ankle.
Might I run some errands for you?
Or, given my rickety knees, hobble some errands?
Oh, congratulations on the quintuplets, Mrs. Kahn.
I brought them some of my favorite picture books.
I was going to knit socks for all five of those bundles of joy, but with my eyesight, five pairs would have taken five years.
Hee hee!
Rafi was so kind, so generous.
He never hesitated to offer a helping hand or a listening ear.
Of course, that listening ear has a hearing aid, and that helping hand has arthritis.
But no matter.
I'll bend over backwards for my friends.
Just not literally.
I'd throw my back out.
Spring, summer, and fall were pleasant in Rafi's hillside village.
The skies were sunny and the temperatures were mild.
Winter, however, was another story.
The weather turned wet and cold. and one winter it was wetter and colder than ever.
Trickles of rain seeped through the thatched roof of Rothy's cottage, and the wind whistled through gaps in the walls.
Well, blow me backwards.
It's so cold in here, I nearly chipped my dentures on my morning coffee.
And...
Gadzooks, I'm all out of firewood.
Rafi was no longer spry enough to chop wood, so he tended to gather fallen branches and twigs from the hillside.
Of course, in this wretched weather, the notion of going out to gather wood is just about as appealing as another hip surgery.
Perhaps I'll ask my neighbor, Eve.
Idris, for wood.
He's not the most personable fellow, but last time he left town, I did offer to walk his Rottweiler.
Though, as it turned out, that colossal canine wound up walking me instead.
So Rafi pulled on his coat and knocked at Idris's door.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, it's you.
Yes, it's me.
Good day to you too, Idris.
I wonder if I could please have some of your filewood.
I'm all out and my cottage is as chilly as a penguin's breakfast.
Idris didn't laugh.
He didn't even crack a smile.
Look, Ruffy, I can't give you any firewood.
I need all of it for myself.
This winter has been miserable.
So I've noticed.
But perhaps you could spare one log?
No.
One stick?
No.
One twig?
No, no, and no.
Gather your own firewood, Rafi.
In this weather, it's every person for themselves.
And with that... Good luck.
Rafi's anything-but-neighborly neighbor slammed the door open.
Well, that didn't go well.
Though it was kind of him to wish me luck.
Goodness knows I'll need it in this weather.
Rafi pulled up his collar, braced himself against the wind, and started up the hillside.
Thanks to the storm, the ground was littered with fallen wood.
But before Rafi could lift a twig...
Jumping Jupiter!
Was that a cat?
Did a helpless feline get stranded in this wretched weather?
Meow!
Rafi wiped the rain off his spectacles and glanced around.
And that's when he saw it.
Quivering and shivering at the top of a tree was a kitten.
Oh, hello, kitty.
You're so high up, I can hardly see you.
Meow!
Don't worry, I'll get you down.
Mind you, I haven't climbed a tree since the invention of the wheel.
But fear not, I will come to your rescue.
Rafi took a breath. and began to climb.
Fortunately, this tree is as old and gnarled as I am.
It has plenty of knots and knobs to grab hold of.
So sit tight, Kitty.
I'm on my leaping lizards.
Rafi's mouth opened so wide you could count the false teeth in his dentures because as he climbed closer to the kitten he made an astonishing discovery.
This kitten was unlike any kitten he had ever seen before.
There was something extraordinary about her and, though Rafi didn't yet know it, he was about to embark on an extraordinary adventure.
What do you think is so different about the kitten in the tree?
And what will happen next?
We'll find out after a quick break.
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I'm Rebecca Shear.
Welcome back to Circle Round, live at the Pace Center in Parker, Colorado.
Today our story is called The Palace of Cats.
Before the break it was winter and Rafi's uncharitable neighbor Idris, refused to share his firewood.
So Rafi went out to collect his own.
But as he shuffled up the hillside, he found a kitten stuck in a treetop.
When he climbed up to rescue her, he made an astonishing discovery.
My dear little kitty, your furry little body is dressed in a ball gown?
With sparkles and spangles all over?
And is that a crown on your head?
Jeepers, creepers, my spectacles must be all fogged up from the cold and rain.
Nope, your spectacles are fine.
Gowns and crowns are par for the course when you're feline royalty.
Rafi was so startled he nearly tumbled from the tree.
Oh!
Kitty, did you just talk to me?
And did you say feline royalty?
Yes, Anne, yes.
I am Princess Patches, daughter of the Cat King.
And if I don't get back to the palace soon, Father will be furious.
He told me not to go climbing in this weather, and clearly I didn't listen.
So now I'm stuck.
Will you please help me down?
Rafi's sugar-white head was swimming, but he reached out to the kitten, scooped her into his arms then brought her back to firm ground.
Oh, thank you for coming to my rescue, sir.
What is your name?
Rafi.
Rafi!
Come with me to the palace, won't you?
Father would love to meet the intrepid hero who saved his disobedient daughter's life.
Princess Patches scampered off and Rafi followed.
When she paused beside a stand of oak trees, Rafi glanced down and there, built into the side of the hill, was a little wooden door.
The princess tapped the door with her paw.
It swung open to reveal a large striped cat wearing an elegant robe and crown.
There you are, Patches.
I've been worried sick about you Who's your friend?
His name is Raffi.
He saved my life, since I sort of kind of maybe broke my promise and went climbing and got stuck in a tree.
The king fixed Patches with a scolding look.
Then he fixed Raffi with a grateful one.
Well, while I am most displeased that Patches broke her promise, I am very pleased that you came to her aid, Raffi.
Come, get out of the cold and join us.
Rafi couldn't believe the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door.
He was standing in a splendid palace with velvet sofas, polished tables and golden lamps twinkling from a high vaulted ceiling.
Welcome to the Palace of Cats.
Our family has lived here for generations.
The king led Raffi to a marble fireplace.
A cat wearing a butler uniform fetched a fuzzy blanket and hot cup of tea, and Raffi felt warmer and cozier than he had all the winter.
Oh, thank you for your hospitality, your majesty.
This winter weather isn't easy for a golden ager like me.
But Raffi, it is I who should be thanking you.
And to show my gratitude, I would like to offer a gift.
The king showed Rafi two plump burlap bags.
These bags are for you.
Bring them home and place them under your bed tonight.
When you wake up tomorrow, you may take them out and enjoy their contents.
I am most appreciative, your majesty.
May I ask, what's inside?
The king smiled.
One bag contains onion peels.
The other contains garlic peels.
Rafi paused.
Onion and garlic peels were a rather unusual gift, especially from a king.
But then, this was an unusual day.
Thank you, your majesty.
I shall use these onion and garlic peels in good health.
Or, given my age, mediocre to middling health.
Rafi bid farewell to the king and princess, then slung the bags over his shoulder.
They weren't especially heavy, and he traveled home with relative ease.
Back at his cottage, he fixed himself some dinner.
Then he shoved the bags under his bed, slipped between the covers, and dropped off to sleep.
The next morning, when he climbed out of bed and reached for the bags, he noticed something odd.
Oh, these bags feel so much heavier today.
And why are they making a clinking noise?
He pulled the bags open and nearly fell over.
By Jove and by Jingo, these bags no longer contain onion and garlic peels.
They contain silver and gold coins.
Rafi felt a surge of delight because in that instant he knew exactly how he would spend his newfound riches.
First, he hired a work crew to re-thatch his leaky roof and shore up his whistling walls.
Next, he went out shopping, picking up special gifts for everyone in the village.
Ah, Principal Ali, I bought these new desks for your students.
I know the old ones were on their last legs, kind of like me.
Boo!
Ah, Farmer Amin, I heard you lost your rooster, so I got you a new one.
And he's quite the crower.
His cock-a-doodle-doo is so loud, I don't need my hearing aid to hear it.
Boo!
From block to block, Rafi traveled, showering the villagers with gifts.
His last stop was Idris's house.
Yeah?
Oh, it's you.
Yes, it's me.
And good day to you, too, Idris.
I've brought you a gift.
Idris's cold expression turns curious.
A gift?
Since when do you have money, Rafi?
That thatched-roof cottage of yours has been falling apart for years.
Ah, not anymore.
I received a bit of a windfall recently, and I used part of it to buy...
He showed Idris a leather dog collar.
It's for your Rottweiler.
Last time I walked him, I noticed how worn out his old collar was.
Idris fixed his gaze on the shiny new collar.
Oh, the leather is so new, it gleams.
And look, there's a bronze tag with my dog's name on it.
Gold, actually.
The tag is gold.
Gold?!
!
Raffi, you have to tell me where this windfall came from.
Ruffy hadn't planned on telling anyone about Princess Patches and the Cat King.
After all, who would believe such a far-fetched tale?
But figuring he had nothing to lose, he began to explain.
He described the Cat Palace hidden in the hillside, the king's bags of onion and garlic peels.
Then the king told me to put the bags under my bed, and when I woke up in the morning, they were filled with with silver and gold coins.
Idris was torn between disbelief and desire.
If this cat palace truly did exist, he must get some onion and garlic peels for himself.
Rafi, you said the Cat King's palace is hidden behind a door, in the hillside, beside a stand of oak trees.
That's right.
Oh, but I forgot to tell you the reason he gave me my gift.
You see, I was out gathering wood when I saw his daughter stuck in a.
But that's as far as Rafi got.
Idris had already thrown on his coat, jumped into his boots, and taken off up the hillside.
When he reached the little wooden door, he banged on it with all his might.
Hello?
Hello?
The door swung open and there, sparkling and glittering in her gown and crown, was Princess Patches.
May I help you?
Idris stuck out his chin and smirked.
Yes, princess, you can help me.
You can tell your father to give me some of those onion and garlic peels, just like he gave Rafi.
Rafi?
The princess tilted her crowned head.
How do you know Rafi?
Oh, Rafi and I go way back.
Obviously, he goes much farther back than I do.
That geezer is so old, his birth certificate was chiseled on a stone tablet.
But seriously, your father gave Rafi some onion and garlic peels, and I want them too.
You do, do you?
Idris blinked his eyes, and there, walking up behind the princess, was the cat king.
Yes, king, I want onion and garlic peels, though we both know what they really are, right?
But you only find out after you put them under your bed?
The king and princess traded a look.
Well, any friend of Rafi is a friend of ours, aren't they, dear daughter?
Absolutely, dear father.
The king flashed Idris a grin.
Well, sir, if it's onion and garlic peels you want, it is onion and garlic peels you shall get.
I like the sound of that.
The king presented Idris with two plump burlap bags.
Idris yanked their tops open and peered inside.
Wow, look at all of those onion and garlic peels.
I can hardly wait to see what becomes of them in the morning.
And then, without so much as a thank you, Idris heaved the bags over his shoulder, turned on his heel and sped off down the hill.
Come nightfall, he stashed the bags under his bed and went to sleep.
After a night of glorious dreams of wealth and riches, he awoke in the morning with a smile.
But that smile didn't last long.
Ah!
Because when Idris sprang out of bed, he noticed how pungent the air was.
It smells like rotten fish in here.
Or dirty diapers.
Or rotten fish wearing dirty diapers.
What is going on?
He dropped to his knees and reached for the bags.
When he tore them open, he felt his stomach twist.
These bags don't contain silver and gold coins.
They contain onion and garlic peels.
The same onion and garlic peels as yesterday, only now they're all moldy and slimy, rancid and spoiled.
And indeed, they were.
Because, you see, that was the magic of the cat king's gift.
The onion and garlic peels would transform into whatever their recipient deserved.
That's why Rafi, who was so rich in kindness, received riches.
And that's why Idris, who was so stinking selfish, received, well...
Stink.
Stink.
Now it's your turn.
When people are generous to us, we can show our thanks by sending a thank you note.
Think of someone who's shown you kindness.
Now find some paper and write a short letter or draw a picture that expresses your gratitude.
Once you're done, ask a grown-up to help you pop your thank you note in the mail.
When the recipient receives it, it's sure to make them smile ¶¶.
This week's story, The Palace of Cats, was adapted by me, Rebecca Shear.
It was edited by Dean Russell.
Eric Shimalonis composed our original music and played it live on the Doomback.
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