[she pulls more paper towards her, and begins folding. Of course there's going to be some kind of artistic accompaniment. That's just how the girl rolls. What she make is a little paper man and a little paper woman.]
There was once an old man who had a wife with a very bad temper. She had never borne him any children, and would not take the trouble to adopt a son. So, for a little pet the old man kept a tiny sparrow... [She picks up one of the teeny paper cranes, and "flies" it to the paper man, which she holds in her other hand.] ....and fed it with great care. [Miyabi puts down the man, and picks up the woman, shaking her a little bit.] The old dame, not satisfied with scolding her husband, hated the sparrow.
Now the old woman's temper was especially bad on wash days - when her old back and knees were well strained over the low tub, which rested on the ground. It happened once that she had made some starch, and set it in a red wooden bowl to cool. [Miyabi rips up some white paper, and drops them on a piece of red paper.] While her back was turned, the sparrow hopped down on the edge of the bowl, and pecked at some of the starch. [Peck, peck, goes the little paper crane in her other hand.] In a rage the old hag seized a pair of scissors and cut the sparrow's tongue out! [Which Miyabi does, too, ripping a part of the crane's beak off.] Flinging the bird in the air she cried out, "Now be off!" So the poor sparrow, all bleeding, flew away... [She sets the little birdy down, a few inches away, and takes the paper man into her hand.]
When the old man came back and found his pet gone, he made a great scene. He asked his wife, and she told him what she had done, and why. [She mimics this action, bobbing the two paper figures in her hands, and lowers the paper man in a sad bow.] The sorrowful old man grieved sorely for his pet, and after looking in every place and calling it by name, gave it up...as lost.
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[she pulls more paper towards her, and begins folding. Of course there's going to be some kind of artistic accompaniment. That's just how the girl rolls. What she make is a little paper man and a little paper woman.]
There was once an old man who had a wife with a very bad temper. She had never borne him any children, and would not take the trouble to adopt a son. So, for a little pet the old man kept a tiny sparrow... [She picks up one of the teeny paper cranes, and "flies" it to the paper man, which she holds in her other hand.] ....and fed it with great care. [Miyabi puts down the man, and picks up the woman, shaking her a little bit.] The old dame, not satisfied with scolding her husband, hated the sparrow.
Now the old woman's temper was especially bad on wash days - when her old back and knees were well strained over the low tub, which rested on the ground. It happened once that she had made some starch, and set it in a red wooden bowl to cool. [Miyabi rips up some white paper, and drops them on a piece of red paper.] While her back was turned, the sparrow hopped down on the edge of the bowl, and pecked at some of the starch. [Peck, peck, goes the little paper crane in her other hand.] In a rage the old hag seized a pair of scissors and cut the sparrow's tongue out! [Which Miyabi does, too, ripping a part of the crane's beak off.] Flinging the bird in the air she cried out, "Now be off!" So the poor sparrow, all bleeding, flew away... [She sets the little birdy down, a few inches away, and takes the paper man into her hand.]
When the old man came back and found his pet gone, he made a great scene. He asked his wife, and she told him what she had done, and why. [She mimics this action, bobbing the two paper figures in her hands, and lowers the paper man in a sad bow.] The sorrowful old man grieved sorely for his pet, and after looking in every place and calling it by name, gave it up...as lost.