Truth and Story are brother and sister, but Truth is sad because wherever he goes, no one will listen to him, but Story tells him how to solve this problem. A wise fable to honor and celebrate the origin of story. (duration – 6 minutes) An episode from Journey with Story, a storytelling podcast for kids.
Do you know what the difference is between fiction and non-fiction? Yes, I bet you do. Fiction means that a story is made up and did not really happen. People will say fiction is NOT true. And Non-fiction is the opposite – it means that you are reading or listening to something that really happened – it is not just a made up story – it is true. Well, the thing is – I like to say that stories can actually be true –in a kind of a way, because even if the events and characters in the story are all made up, the story can be true about what it means to be human – it shares a truth about the human heart.
Hello everyone. I’m Kathleen Pelley. Welcome to JWS. Today’s tale explains all this very well. Don’t forget – I love to hear from all my listeners from all over the world! With your mummy, daddy or grown up friends help you can send me a picture you’ve drawn, request a birthday shout out or a special story! Please send messages on Instagram or Facebook @journeywithstory. And mums and dads if you are enjoying our ad free podcast, please do take a moment to rate, review and share with others. Thanks ever so much.
Let’s take a journey with Truth and Story
At the beginning of time, Truth walked naked upon the earth. His body was strong and muscular. His skin was smooth and shining. He was beautiful.
Whenever he walked into a village, he would call out, “I am Truth! Come gather around and listen to what I have to teach you.” But no one would come and no one would gather around him. Their parents would take them away, though, covering their eyes. Curious young women first stared, then turned away. Young men were envious. Old old women sighed, and old men were remorseful. All turned away.
No one would stay and listen to Truth. He traveled from village to village, and it was the same everywhere he went.
One day he came to the place where his sister, Story, lived. Her home was a large white house with a wide porch that wrapped around it. There were beautiful trees, ferns, and flower gardens surrounding the house. On the porch were white wicker rockers with flowered cushions and wicker wings hanging from the porch roof. There were lace curtains in the windows and the sunlight streaming through made rainbows on the carpets inside. Story was sitting in one of the rockers. She was wearing a flowing silk gown that shimmered with iridescent colors. She had ribbons entwined in her long golden curls, jewels on her fingers, and sparkling silver shoes. She saw her brother coming down the road and could see that he looked very depressed.
Story ran out to her brother and asked, “What is the mater? Why do you look so sad? What may I do to help?”
“Oh, Story, I have traveled from village to village to share what I know, but everyone turns away from me. It is the same wherever I go. I don’t understand it. I have so many things to tell, why won’t people listen?”
“Ah,” said Story, “Come inside for I can help you.”
Story took her brother into her bedroom and opened closets, chests of drawers and trunks filled with colorful clothes and finery. She told Truth to dress himself up. “Oh, I couldn’t do that, I would look silly.” Story insisted, and so Truth began to dress up. He put on a white silk shirt with billowing sleeves, purple velvet knickers, shiny shoes with a silver buckle, and a quilted vest with jewels. He put rings on his fingers and a hat with a long curling feather on it. He was finished. Story added a flower in his lapel, a silk cape, and a long flowing scarf. Now he was ready. She told him to return to the villages and see what would happen.
A year later, Truth returned to his sister’s house. Story saw him coming down the road smiling. “Truth, you look so happy, quick tell me what happened.”
“Story, it was wonderful. Everywhere I went, people listened to me. They would gather around and sit for hours while I talked. But what I don’t understand is that I wasn’t telling them anything different from before. Why was it that they listened this time?”
“Ah, Truth, don’t you understand? No one wants to hear the naked truth, but they will listen when it is clothed in story.”
Well, do you see what is TRUE about this story? Yes, it is much easier to teach someone how to be good or clever or kind or honest if we tell them a story about someone else being good or clever or kind.
Cheerio then, join me next time for JWS