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Weavers Tales

Welcome to the weavers tales.

This Storywalk is a top and tail tale, with the beginning and end already prepared for your pupils to then add their own stories inside.

Add as many chapters as you like but we recommend that you keep it small with just ten pupils having a location each. So for a class of 30 you would make three of these, but you can throw the whole class at it and have a huge trail around your village, just remember when you go for the grand opening that one pupil ( and parent ) will be 29 stories away from their tale !

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Chapter one

The Beginning

There once lived a weaver, in (your village or town) whose skills were used to repair cloth and clothes for well pursed people. So great and desired was her craftsmanship that a poem or ditty would often follow her about.

When the wear of time is such a to do,
And the weft and weave have run right through.
She'll sew a seam so straight and true,
And stitch a patch as good as new.

Well one day a young man brought her a drawer of tapestries, which were in dire need of her skills and although this box was very heavy he did not seemed burdened by its weight and lightly placed it down in her workshop. She then set to making him a ticket and valuing the job before her.

Now the tapestries were old and numerous and he waited patiently while she marked up each repair and estimated the time it would take. At length she wrote out the ticket in double, one for her and one for him, and then said

'There is much work here, and if I am to undertake, then I will expect half payment first with the balance on completion.'

At this the young man took out two silver coins from his waistcoat pocket and laid them on the mantle piece shelf. He then took a wooden beaker and covered the two coins with it.

'Here is your fee in full,' he said 'Now you have my cloth and payment too, but I will ask two favours of you if you will allow.'

She nodded as neatly as her repairs and waited for him to continue.
Chapter two

The Proposition

'Walk with me in the evenings whilst this work is in your labour, for I would enjoy your company and we can tale or two as we meander.'

Well this sounded like a curious request, but the young man had already paid well so she said she would.

He smiled kindly at this and then said 'I have one further request, I have placed two silver coins beneath your beaker and if you leave them there and do not touch them till these works are complete then I shall give you another for every tale told.'

A tight smile drew across her face as if he were mocking her, but he then continued.

'But there is a rule, for you must not look under the beaker until the tapestries are repaired and back in my care. If you can do this, then you will find another silver coin for every story told. But if you cannot refrain, then there will be only the two.' He said this with such serious conviction that she took him at his word and bid him good day, so that she could get to her work.

All day long she worked at the tapestries and was so curious about the gentleman's words, that she left the beaker still, not touching it even when she lit the fire, nor when she dusted.

By the days end she had made a good start on the tapestries but it was time to meet her benefactor and so she made her way to meet him.
Chapter three

The First Walk

The Gentleman is waiting for her and she loops her arm through his as is the custom in these parts. They then walk along the trail with birds singing and dancing in the hedgerows.

I have many stories to tell and some of which I have not even heard myself yet, indulge me for I know a few things about this place which may surprise you.
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Chapter four

Pupils name

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Chapter five

The story

Now the weaver tells a tale, one she knows from long ago:
Chapter six

Pupils name

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Chapter seven

Pupils name

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Chapter eight

The gentleman

They walk a little way then he turns to her and begins another tale.
Chapter nine

Pupils name

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Chapter ten

Pupils name

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Chapter eleven

The story

The Gentleman tells her, in his calm, quiet voice another tale he knows well:
Chapter twelve

Pupils name

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Chapter thirteen

Pupils name

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Chapter fourteen

Pupils name

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Chapter fifteen

Pupils name

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Chapter sixteen

The Ending

All the tapestries had now been repaired and awaited the gentleman's collection, as the clock struck 11.00 he entered her workshop as he had done all those weeks before.

'Would you show me your work, please'

Why of course she said, and retrieved the first of six from the casket.

She laid it out across her long table, and over all the months she had worked on the frail cloth, this was indeed the very first time she had seen any in full it's glory. It was a story, a little like a cartoon, but all stitched rather than drawn, and in each panel were characters and places, people and animals, all busy doing things, chatting, mending, repairing.

The gentleman said to her, 'Can you tell me what you see, please?' So she began to read the tapestry for the first time.

The first picture was of ?.....the second a ?.....called ?.......

The next story told of .........?

When she read the forth she recognised the gate, and the dress the person wore, she knew she was in the story herself!

Disbelieving she then unrolled the next tapestry which she had repaired, the ancient story which was so moth eaten and ragged that she had fretted hard over it's recovery. All these amazing tapestry pictures were of all the stories they had told each other.

The lady then sat down on her bench, lost for words and not sure what had happened, unable to speak even a single word.

'You have mended this ancient cloth excellently' said the gentleman, 'and have earned every coin which is beneath you beaker.'

She had almost forgotten completely about the fee, and he had paid up front as well, with two shiny silver coins.

'I said that I would give you another for each story told,' and at that he lifted the up turned beaker, and out poured at least twenty silver coins. They cascaded across the mantle piece and some even fell onto the stone floor.

The gentleman then said 'Thank you' rolled the tapestries back into the draw, and lifted them as if they were as light as corn sticks, and then made his way through the door.

One of the coins had rolled right over to the Weaver and still dumb with shock she lifted it, and there cast into the coin was a picture of a grand hall of tapestries and on the reverse an simple illustration of two people walking in the path one a lady, the other a tall gent.

The End