Encore: The Laughing Canoe

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I'm Rebecca Sheer and welcome to Circle Round. We're story time happens all the time.

Today our story is called The Laughing Canoe. It's inspired by tales told in Brazil. The

largest country in South America and Latin America. This is a really great people came together to bring you our adaptation of this folktale, including George Salazar, from NBC's Superstore and the Broadway production of Be More Chill. So circle round everyone for The Laughing Canoe. There once was a fisherman. Each and every morning with a fishing pole and two

baskets, the fisherman made his way to the wide winding river where his hand carved wooden canoe, waited on the riverbank. The fisherman pushed off from shore, paddled to the middle of the river, then baited his hook and cast his line. After that, he waited. The moment he felt a tug, he rolled his line in, then proudly unhooked a wiggling, wriggling bass or catfish and tossed it into one of his baskets. This

he would do again and again, until both baskets were brimming with flipping flopping fish. Then he would paddle the canoe back to shore and take his catch to work it, where he would sell the bass and catfish for two coppers a piece. But one day, the fisherman didn't catch any fish, not a one. For hours he drifted in his canoe, waiting for a tug, but no tug came. So after returning to shore, the empty handed fisherman

went home, where his two sons greeted him with big smiles.

“Welcome back, Daddy. How was today's catch? Did you hook a lot of fish?”

And so a lot of market. The fisherman heaved a sigh. I'm afraid not my loves. The catfish and bass must have been sleeping. They simply refuse to bite. But no use getting down, right? I'll try again tomorrow. Surely the fish will be awake by then. So the next morning, the fisherman grabbed his fishing pole and baskets and went to work. He paddled his canoe to the middle of the river and baited

his hook, cast his line, and waited. And waited. And waited. But the fish didn't bite.

And for the second day in a row, the fisherman went home empty handed, much to the fisherman's

shagrin. The same thing happened to the next day. And the next. And the next. By the seventh day, the fisherman was beside himself. And as he sat in his canoe, drifting on the water and waiting for that elusive tug, he finally broke down. And cried. What am I going to do? If I can't catch any fish, I can't sell any fish. And if I can't sell any fish, I can't feed my children. And if I can't feed my children, the poor

“deer's will go hungry. The poor man wept and wept until. Hey, what do you call a canoe? That's 50% off. The fisherman froze. What? Who said that? I did? I said, what do you call a canoe? That's 50% off. A sailboat?”

Chitching! Get it? Like a sail? A disc out? Oh, it's a sailboat, sailboat? The fisherman looked to his left. Then to his right. And then he looked down. And when he did, he saw that the front of his canoe, the bow, had sprouted a face, a

Oh, I'm on fire today. As the canoe exploded into a field of laughter, the fisherman rubbed his eyes. What is going on here? I was out on the water so long. Did I fall asleep? I was waiting for a bite. I must be dreaming. I must, well, in the words of the greatest song in the history of music.

“Oh, boom, boom, bro. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You boat gently down the stream. Oh, Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, life is butter, dream.”

Woo! But no, friend. I'm totally for real. No doubt about it. Get it? I'm canoeed in. The Canadian would canoe a boat. Woo, crack myself up.

Are do you find me funny? Although he had been crying just a moment ago, the fisherman couldn't help but smile. Hey, now that's better. I haven't seen your frown turn upside down all day. Well, that's because I haven't caught any fish. And if I can't catch any fish, I can't sell any fish. And if I can't, if you can't sell any fish, you can't feed your children. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard the whole thing.

“But I am pleased to report that your ship has come in my friend or your canoe. If you want to be technical about it.”

By the way, I am here to save the day. No longer will you be up the creek without a paddle. Just sit back and check this out.

What do you think the canoe does next? We'll find out what happens after a quick break.

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Well, I like about the Circle Round Club is that Rebecca's here sends extra messages and it's a purchase of the show and there are new ads. grownups support public radio and sign up today at wbru.org/ Circle Round Club. I'm Rebecca Sheer welcome back to Circle Round. Today our story is called The Laughing canoe. Before the break, a wise cracking canoe told a struggling fisherman that his days of paddling back to shore empty handed were over. As the fisherman watched in wonder, the water around the canoe began to quiver, then rippled, then gurgle, then bubble and churn, and just like that, a massive silver catfish shot up from the river arched its sleek silvery gray body and mid-air, then landed in one of the fisherman's baskets.

The same thing happened with another catfish, then a bass, then another catfish. And in no time both baskets were teeming with wiggling, wriggling fish, the biggest and plumpest fish the fisherman had ever seen. Once the baskets were full, the stream of flying fish stopped and the water went quiet.

This is amazing. Simply amazing. There's no way my children will go hungry now.

The fisherman gave the canoe a friendly pat. Tell me my friend, how can I repay you? I'm so very grateful, but I don't have much to offer. Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. Quick as a wink, the canoe whipped its head around until it faced the back of the boat, the stern, and then it opened its wide mouth and sucked all the fish from one of the baskets like a vacuum cleaner. There, we are even one basket for you, one basket for me, you scratch my bow, I scratch yours, and when you come back tomorrow, we'll do it all over again. What do you say?

After that, every single day, the fisherman would paddle the canoe to the middle of the river. The water would bubble and churn.

The fish would fly through the air. The baskets would fill to the brim, and the canoe would snarf down one of the baskets with a great big gulp. No longer did the fisherman worry about putting food on his family's table. The fish he brought to market were so large, so plump. He could sell them for four copper's a piece instead of just two, and it wasn't long before those copper's added up, and the fisherman was prospering. Now it just so happens that the fisherman had a brother, a farmer who lived several villages over, and the two siblings were as different as June and January, whereas the fisherman was humble and caring.

The farmer was greedy and jealous, so when the farmer heard about the fisherman's good fortune, he grew green with envy.

“How is my brother suddenly doing so well? I must uncover his secret.”

Early one morning, the farmer snuck out to the river and hid behind a bush. He watched the fisherman glide his canoe into the water, and paddle to the middle of the river. It was a wide river, so the fisherman was pretty far away and the farmer couldn't see much, but what he did see made his eyes bulge. Oh my goodness, look at all those big, beautiful fish jumping out of the water and into my brother's boat! It's like magic! Again, the canoe was quite distant, so the farmer didn't see what happened next. He didn't see the canoe spin its prow around, and he didn't see it open, it's gaping mouth, and he didn't see all the fish in one of the baskets suddenly disappear.

But what he did see set his greedy mind a whirl. And that night, under a dark moonless sky, the farmer crept back to the river, with two gigantic baskets strapped to his back. They were far bigger than any baskets, the humble fisherman ever used. The farmer brought his brothers canoe to the water's edge, and placed his jumbo baskets inside. They were so huge, they barely fit, but just as the farmer was about to step inside and push off.

“Hey, which paddle do you use when you sit in the front of a canoe?”

The farmer tensed what? What did you say? I said, which paddle do you use when you sit in the front of a canoe? Either or! Woo! Get it like an or, like a paddle, only it's either or situation. Wow! You get this? The farmer's eyes traveled down to the canoe.

At first, when he spotted the cheery face with its twinkling eyes and smiling mouth, he was startled.

But then, he smiled.

“Oh, now I understand. You're a magic canoe. My brother has a magic canoe, so that's how he's been catching all those big, beautiful fish.”

The farmer leaked into the canoe and began to paddle. When they reached the middle of the river, he looked at the canoe, expectantly. Okay, here we are. Now get me those fish. Boy, boy, aren't you a pain in the stern? But hey, whatever floats your boat! To the farmers delight, the water began to quiver, ripple, gurgling to churn. Then fish after fish began hurtling through the air and landing in the farmers enormous baskets.

The baskets were so big and could hold so much before long the canoe was weighted down with fish. And its sides were barely above the water. Uh, fell on? We're going to need a bigger boat. Not since. I want these baskets filled to the brim. Eventually, they were.

At which point the fish stopped jumping and the water went still. Well, well, well. Look at all these fish. And they're mine. Oh, mine. Now let's get back to shore so I can sell them. Hmm, not so fast, fella.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Now remember, the farmer didn't know that his brother always shared his fish with the canoe.

The farmer had been too far away to see.

I'm going back to shore and I'm selling these fish and I'm making a mint.

“But just as the farmer lifted his paddle, I wouldn't be so sure about that.”

The canoe whipped its head around. It's twinkling eyes flashing with fury. Before the farmer knew what was happening, the canoe opened its gaping mouth wide and swallowed both baskets of fish. Then the canoe stretched its jaws even wider and tried swallowing the farmer. The terrified fellow sprung from his seat and dove into the water, swimming away as fast as his legs and arms could carry him.

When he reached the shore, he took off running through the forest. And for all we know, he's running still.

As for his brother, the humble fisherman, he and his canoe continued their daily fishing trips,

sharing ample amounts of catfish, bass and bad boat puns. You know, I'm kind of tempted to make one right now, but I can't think of any. Can you? Get it? Can you? Like, can you? Can you?

“Yeah, I think I'll stick to storytelling.”

Now it's your turn. Let's one thing you wish could come alive and talk. Would it be a toy, a tree, a car, and once it comes alive, what would you two do together? Find a piece of paper and draw a picture of you with your living talking friend. Then if you'd like, share it with us.

Have a grown-up email, a photo of you and your drawing to [email protected]. This week's story, The Laughing Canoe, was adapted by me Rebecca Sheer. It was edited by Circle Round's Supervising Producer, Emory Severtson. Circle Round's original music and sounds designed by Eriksha Malonis. Our artist is Sabina Han. Sabina has created a black and white illustration for all of our Circle Round stories,

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Star of The Broadway Hit, Be More Chill. Our featured instrument this week was the Churango. You can learn more about this stringed instrument from South America and see a photo of Eriksha Malonis playing it on our website. Once more, that's wbware.org/circleround.

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