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An old Chinese proverb says, if you work hard enough at it, you can grind even an iron rod down to a needle. In other words, no matter how difficult or daunting a task may seem, it's amazing what we can achieve when we keep going and persevere, as we'll hear in today's story. If you're willing to put in the work, nearly anything is possible, even the seemingly impossible. I'm Rebecca Shearer and welcome to Circle Round, live at the PACE Center in Parker, Colorado. Today our story is called The Stone Horse. It was inspired by tales from the East Asian country of China. Joining me on stage is a quartet of talented actors, Jeffrey Donovan, Kenya Mahogany, Michael McNeil, and Matt Sombrano, providing musical accompaniment is the one and only Eric Shimolones. So, Circle Round, everyone, for The Stone Horse. The sculptor lived with his daughter Ruby in a quaint little town near the mountains. The sculptor was well known for carving stone statues of animals, tortoises and tigers, frogs and fish, cats and cranes, dragons and dogs, the snakes and the birds. The sculptors were always magnificent, exquisite, stunning and sublime. Ruby loved lending a hand in her father's workshop behind the house. Every day after school, she would hurry home to help him hammer. Here's your hammer, Father. Thank you, Ruby. And chisel. Here's your chisel, Father. Thank you, Father. And chisel. Here's your chisel, Father. Much appreciated, Ruby. And polish. Here's your polishing cloth, Father. What would I do without you, Ruby? One day, while Ruby was at school, the sculptor heard a knock at the door. Oh, may I help you? Yes, you may. I'm the new town officer. I've been appointed to lay down the law around here to write the rules to run the show. Oh, welcome to town, officer. What can I do for you? Well, word has it that you make statues. And from what I've heard, the figures you carve are magnificent, exquisite, stunning and sublime. So, I want to order a statue of something especially magnificent, exquisite, stunning and sublime. Oh, all right. And what would that be? Me. Oh, with all due respect, officer. My specialty is animals. But people are animals. Are they not? You know what I mean. Fine. Fine. In that case, I want to order a statue of me riding a horse. You? Riding a horse. I can do that. Good. And make the body sleek and muscular. Powerful and strong. The horses. No. Mine. I'll be back to pick it up in two weeks. Two weeks? The sculptor felt his heart pound. Officer, to finish a complex statue like this one, I'll need at least two months. I don't care what you need. I need the statue to be finished in two weeks. Given my fancy new position as town officer, I'm throwing myself a welcome party. And I must show off my statue to my guests. So have it ready in two weeks, or I'll have you thrown out of town. The sculptor could hardly believe his ears. You would throw me out of town for not finishing a sculpture on time. Isn't that a bit extreme? Look, buddy, I told you. I lay down the wall around here. I write the rules. I run the show. Very well. I'll have the statue of you riding a horse ready in two weeks. Excellent. And one more thing. Make the hair long and flowing. Voluminous and full. The horses. No. Mine. Good day. The officer stomped off, and the sculptor buckled down. A few hours later, when school let out and Ruby breezed into the workshop, she found her father hunched over a notebook, sketching and scribbling away. Hello, father. I'm home. She planted a kiss on the sculptor's cheek. He looked up with a dazed grin. Oh, Ruby, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? And I do mean sore. I've been staring at this notebook for hours. What are you working on? The sculptor heaved a sigh. Then he sat Ruby down and told her about his latest order. Her blood grew hotter with every word. That new officer has no right to make such preposterous demands. But the last thing I want is for you to be sent away. So for the next two weeks, I will spend every waking hour that I'm not at school helping you. We will finish the officer's statue together. The sculptor tracked down a sparkling white block of alabaster. And after two weeks of hammering, chiseling and polishing faster and harder than ever, he and Ruby completed the statue of the officer riding a horse. Oh, father, look at him. He's magnificent, exquisite, stunning and sublime. The officer. No, the horse. But speaking of the officer, he should be here any minute. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he swings by and sees his statue. Unfortunately, when the officer did swing by and see his statue. I've come for my... Oh. The look on his face was not happy. What is this garbage? I told you to make the body sleek and muscular, powerful and strong. And I told you to make the hair long and flowing, voluminous and full. And I did. See how the horse is... Not the horse's! Mine. Compared with that glorious steed, I look pathetic. I beg to differ, officer. I think you look dignified and noble. Thanks to my father's genius, you look way more impressive than you actually... Oops. The officer fixed an angry eye on Ruby. I'm sorry, but who are you? I'm Ruby. I live here with my father, the sculptor. Well, Ruby, you're about to live on your own because your father, the so-called sculptor, is taking a trip far, far away. You mean you're throwing him out of town? But your statue was finished on time. It may have been finished on time, but it wasn't finished to my liking. So yes, I am throwing you out of town, buddy. There's just one thing I need to do first. He snatched a hammer off the table. And before Ruby or her father could say or do a thing, the spiteful fellow hurled the hammer toward the statue... YAH! ...and knocked the stone rider to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. And, miraculously, the stone horse stayed intact. Much better. Now come along, buddy. The sculptor threw his daughter one last sad look, then followed the officer out the door. Ruby was miserable without her father. Every time she came home from school, she would listen for the tap of his hammer or the clink of his chisel. But of course, she heard nothing. She tried to stay strong, keep a stiff upper lip. But one day, as she stood in the abandoned workshop, looking around, it all became too much. And she began to cry. She stumbled and staggered around the room, clutching her father's desk, his sketches, his tools. When she came to the horse statue, its sparkling white body now covered with dust, she wrapped her arms around it as if giving it a hug. The tears streaming down her face trickled all over the stone. Oh, horse! Dear horse, my father is gone and he did nothing wrong. In fact, he did everything right. You were a masterpiece. Though, I'm much more of a masterpiece now that that silly rider is gone. You know what I'm saying? Ruby jumped up and stared at the horse. To her surprise, it stared back. Its alabaster eyes blinked open and shut, and its long, stone-tail flicked from side to side. Um, did you just? Are you actually...? I gotta say, kiddo, you seem pretty weirded out. I'm assuming you didn't expect me to spring to life after being touched by your tears. No, I didn't. I figured. But all that aside, it just so happens that I know how to bring your father back. You do? Oh, yeah. So get ready and get set, kiddo, because you and I are going on a little adventure. What do you think will happen next? Will Ruby and the horse bring the sculptor home? We'll find out how our story unfolds after a quick break. The reviews are in, and super fans like you are loving the Circle Round Club, an exciting opportunity to support public radio and get cool stuff, including ad-free episodes and a personalized birthday message from me. What I like about the Circle Round Club is that Rebecca Sheer sends extra messages, and it supports the show, and there are no ads. Grownups, support public radio, and sign up today at wbr.org slash Circle Round Club. I'm Rebecca Sheer, and welcome back to Circle Round, live at the Pace Center in Parker, Colorado. Today our story is called The Stone Horse. Before the break, the new town officer ordered a statue of him riding a horse. But when he came to the sculptor's workshop to pick it up, he was so dissatisfied that he smashed the rider to pieces and threw the sculptor out of town. The sculptor's daughter, Ruby, missed her father like mad. Overcome with grief, she threw her arms around the Stone Horse, and her tears brought the statue to life. Alright, kiddo, if you and I are gonna rescue your father and bring him home, I need you to hop on my back. Ruby jumped on, and the horse took off running. It burst out the door and into the yard, and once it reached top speed, its four hooves lifted off the ground, and just like that, they were flying through the air. Um, is this a bad time to tell you I'm afraid of heights? Sorry, kiddo, just close your eyes and hold on! Ruby and the horse soared over a rolling meadow. They skimmed over a deep blue lake. After crossing over the mountains, they came to a tiny village. The horse swooped downward, and there, sitting beside a stream, dressed in rags with his face and his hands, was the sculptor. Father, we've come to rescue you! The sculptor looked up in amazement. Ruby, it's you! And you've come here on our horse statue? Only now it's less statue, more horse! Yep, it's true. Weird, I know, but true. Okay, Father, long story short, my tears made the horse come to life, and now we've come to bring you home, so hop on! The sculptor joined Ruby on the horse's back, and they lofted into the sky. They whizzed over the mountains, they zipped over the lake and meadow before arriving safe and sound in their quaint little town. Given how little the town was, it wasn't long before the officer learned of the sculptor's unexpected return. When he stormed to the sculptor's house and Ruby answered the door, he met her innocent gaze with an infuriated glower. Ruby, where is your father? He is in home, officer, nor is he living in a banishment in a tidy village across the mountains, much to your dismay, I'm sure. Stop being cute, will ya? I had that hammer and chisel-wielding hack tossed out of town, yet now he's back! How is that possible? Ruby hesitated. She worried what the officer would do if she told him the truth, but then she worried what he would do if she didn't. So she came clean and told him everything. Hang on a minute, are you telling me the Stone Horse came to life? Yes. And it flew over the mountains to rescue your father? Yes. The officer paused, a flying stone horse? If he got his hands on this marvel, he could sell it and live like a king, or he could rent it out for flying horse rides and charge a very pretty penny. Ruby, where's the Stone Horse now? Behind the house, in the backyard. Bring it to me, or I'll throw your father out of town again, and he'll never come back. Ruby slumped her shoulders and went back to fetch the horse. By the time she reached it, she was near tears. Oh, hey there, kiddo. Boy, you don't look so good. That's because I'm not so good. The officer has come to take you away, and we'd better do as he says, or he'll throw my father out again, and he'll never come back. I see. The horse lowered its head as if deep in thought. When it lifted its gaze, its stone eyes were shining. Listen, kiddo. I know it sounds like we don't have much of a choice here, but don't worry. I can handle this. Send me away with the officer, and I promise he will never bother you or your father again. But I don't want you to go. I'm not ready to say goodbye. Neither am I, kiddo. But I'll never forget you. Or your father. Ever. Ruby patted the horse's head, then led it out front to the officer. Hello, my pretty pony. I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship and a lucrative one, too. The officer clambered on to the horse's back. The horse gave Ruby one last look, then took off into the sky. Woo-hoo! Thanks to you, horsey. I'm going to make a fortune. But before we head back to my place, how about you take me on a ride I'll never forget? A ride you'll never forget? As you wish. The officer expected the horse to pick up speed, but instead it ground to a halt. Its body grew still. Its legs went rigid. Its head froze in place. And its eyes stared blankly ahead. Uh, what's going on, horsey? Why did you stop moving? Oh, no! As you can probably guess, the horse had turned itself back into stone. And as its lifeless body plummeted toward the earth, the officer did too. They tumbled and toppled head over heels and hooves before splashing into the deep blue lake and sinking to the bottom. Well, as you can imagine, the officer never bothered Ruby or her father again. He never bothered anyone in town again. After swimming his way out of the lake, he ran away as fast as his soaking wet legs could carry him. And he hasn't been seen since. As for the stone horse, well, it remained silent and still, far beneath the water. But it lived on in Ruby and her father's hearts. Years later, when the sculptor was old and gray, he breathed his last breath and peacefully left this world. Ruby felt just as alone as the day her dad was thrown out of town. To soothe her aching heart, she went for a long walk as she passed the shimmering blue lake and recalled soaring over it during her father's daring rescue. A sob caught in her throat and she began to cry. She cried and cried. And when one of her tears trickled into the waters of the lake, do you know what happened? Hey there, kiddo. Ruby glanced up and there it was, her beloved stone steed heroically rising to the surface. I've got to say, kiddo, I'm feeling a bit stiff. And you look like you could use a pygmy. So what do you say we go on a little adventure? Now it's your turn. You can reflect on your friendships by making friendship hands. Find a piece of paper, then trace both of your hands. The left hand on one side, the right on the other. Feel free to ask a grown-up for help. Inside the left hand, write down five strengths that you bring to your friendships. Maybe you're especially caring or honest or trustworthy. Inside the right hand, write five areas where you could grow your friendship skills, things you feel you could improve. Perhaps you want to strengthen your capacity for sharing, or you'd like to be more patient. Hang your friendship hands somewhere you'll see them. Hopefully you'll keep the skills going on that left hand and build on the ones on the right. This week's story, The Stone Horse, was adapted by me, Rebecca Scheer. It was edited by Dean Russell. Eric Chimolones composed our original music and played it live on the Ruan. You can learn more about this Chinese stringed instrument and see a photo of Eric playing one on our website. www.orgslash.com Circle Round's artist is Sabina Han. Sabina has created a black and white coloring page for all of our Circle Round stories, and you can print them out and color them in. Grownups, visit our website, www.orgslash.com Circle Round and click on Coloring Pages. While you're at www.orgslash.com, you can also get your hands on our Circle Round picture books, check out our live events, and sign up for the Circle Round newsletter, The Lion's Roar. Special thanks to our actors in Parker, Geoffrey Donovan, Kenya Mahogany, Michael McNeil, and Matt Zambrano. Looking for more ways to Circle Round with us? Join the Circle Round Club. You can support your favorite public media podcast and get all sorts of goodies, like ad-free episodes, bonus bedtime stories, exclusive swag, early access to event tickets. You can even add on our snugly Circle Round Lion and a personalized birthday message from me. Grownups, visit our website, www.orgslash.com Circle Round and click on Circle Round Club. One more thing, Grownups, if you enjoy Circle Round, please leave us a five-star rating or review on your favorite podcast app. Every review helps, and we appreciate your love and support. Circle Round is a production of WBUR, Boston's NPR. I'm Rebecca Scheer. Thanks for Circling Round with us! Now that you've made it to the end of this Circle Round episode, we want to know, what's your favorite Circle Round story? Thousands of fans just like you have been telling us about the Circle Round stories they like best. Take a listen, maybe one of their favorites is one of yours too. Hi, my name is Arthur and I'm from Scotland, and my favorite Circle Round story is the laughing canoe. My favorite part is when he tells all the jokes. My name is Robin and I live in Wallingford, Pennsylvania, and my favorite Circle Round story is the rainbow horse. My favorite bit is when she tosses the apple in the governor's lap and gets a chest to go. I am Ben from Wauke, Iowa. My favorite Circle Round is the first cuckoo call. I like the part when Steve says cuckoo, cuckoo. My name is Emily and my favorite story is called the missing monkey. Like when the guard says, look up, and you're like, oh no, there are missing monkeys around. What did you do? You know what I did? What did you do? Hello, my name is Simon. I live in Highland, New York. My favorite Circle Round story is Neverending Stories. I like the part when all of the stories here say, a dragon! Hi, my name is Zuri and I'm from Germantown, New York. My favorite episode is The Farmer and the Cow. I like the part when the older ogre says to the younger ogre. Can you please stop repeating every word I say? Very irritating. Then the younger ogre says, oh yeah, sorry, I see what you mean. My name is Oliver and I'm from Bellingham, Washington. My favorite Circle Round story is Home Sweet Home. My favorite part is when hair tricks leopard. Did someone mention a story you've missed? Not to worry. Grownups, you can find all of our Circle Round stories, plus links to the Circle Round Club, picture books, coloring pages, and oh so much more on our website, www.war.org. Circle Round.
