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Hello. Welcome to Stories Podcast. I'm your host, Amanda Walden. Today's story is called Tunder Tunder, an adaptation of a Palestinian folktale written for you by Daniel Hines. Hang tight through this quick ad break and then we'll start the show. Thanks. Enjoy the episode. Tunder Tundra Once upon a time in old Palestine, there was a lonely old woman named Halima. All her kids were grown and gone, and she found herself in an empty house, rattling around like a single grain of rice in a jar. She saw her neighbors having children and helped with them often, but it just wasn't the same. One night, Halima called out loud to her Lord and said, please let me have one more baby to love. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. I don't care if they're tall or short or thick or thin. I don't even care if they're a cooking pot. I just want one more baby to take care of, Lord. And still mumbling her prayer, Halima fell asleep. And the next morning she woke up and she was pregnant. Not just a little pregnant either, but months and months pregnant. Halima wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if the Lord had answered her prayer. Either way, she was suddenly struck by a wave of exhaustion, and she must have fallen asleep again, because soon she was woken up by a tiny voice calling for her. Mom. Mom. Mom. Halima sat bolt upright in bed. Had it not been a dream? She looked down and she was no longer pregnant. But there at the foot of her bed was a baby wrapped in pink swaddling cloth, a little boy. Thanking the Lord. She leapt to the end of the bed and peeled back the cloth, only to see a strange little tin cooking pot. What is this? She asked no one in particular. Mom, said the pot. Halima was so surprised she almost dropped the little pot. But then she remembered her prayer to the Lord. I don't even care if they're a cooking pot. Well, it seemed her prayers had been answered. She embraced the cooking pot and said, my sweet boy. And the cooking pot said, mama, and clattered its lid. And they were both very happy for a bit. Finally, not knowing what else to do with him, Halima set her cooking pot son on the kitchen shelf and gave him an affectionate pat. That was fine for a day or so. But quickly the sun, who the mother had named Tundra after the tin pot, got bored on the shelf. Mom, he said, take me down from this shelf. Alas, my tunder, replied the mother. Where am I going to put you you don't have to worry about me, said the sun. Just bring me down and I will make you rich for generations to come. Halima brought him down. Now put my lid down, said the pot, and leave me outside the door. Putting the lid on, his mother took him outside the door. The pot started to roll, singing a little line as he went. Tunder, tunder. Clink, clink. Oh, my mama. He rolled until he came to a place where people usually gather. In a while people were passing by. A man came and found the pot all settled in its place. He exclaimed, who has put this pot in the middle of the path? I'll be a monkey's uncle. What a beautiful pot. It's probably made of silver. He looked it over well, not sure if it was polished tin or silver, but determined to find out. Hey, people, he called, whose pot is this? Who put it here? No one claimed it, by Allah, he said, I'm going to take it home with me. On his way home, he went by the honey vendor. He had the pot filled with pure, sweet honey and brought it home to his wife. Look, wife, he said, how beautiful this pot is. The whole family was greatly pleased with it. In two or three days they had guests and they wanted to offer them some honey. The woman of the house brought the pot down from the shelf. She pushed and pulled on the lid, but the pot would not open. She called her husband over. Pull and push, pull and push. But he couldn't open it either. His guests pitched in, lifting the pot and dropping it, letting the tin ring tong on the ground. That didn't work. The man tried to break it open with a hammer and chisel. That didn't work either. He tried everything, but it was no use. They even sent for the blacksmith, and he tried and tried to no avail. What was the man to do? Ah, forget you. He cursed the pot. We don't need you anyway. And taking it up, he threw it out the window. When they turned their back and could no longer see it, Tunder started to roll, saying as he went, tunder, Tunder. Oh, my mama, in my mouth. I brought the honey. Soon he had rolled home and found his mother, Halima, waiting for him. Bring me up the stairs, he said to his mother. Yee. Exclaimed Halima. I thought you had disappeared, that someone had taken you. Pick me up, said the sun, picking him up, her little darling. The mother took the lid off and found the pot full of honey. Oh, how pleased she was empty. Me, said the pot, now we have plenty of honey. Halima emptied the honey into a jar and put the pot back on the shelf. Mother said Tundra the next day, take me down. Halima brought him down from the shelf. Mother put me outside the door. Halima was nervous about this, but last time he had come home safe and sound and full of honey, so she decided to give it a shot. Halima placed Tundra outside the door and he started rolling. Tunder, Tunder, clink, clink until he reached a place where people were gathered. And then he stopped. A man passing by found him. Eh, he thought. What kind of pot is this? He looked it over. How beautiful he found it. Whose pot is this? He asked. Hey people, who are the owners of this pot? He waited, but no one said, it's mine. So then he said, by Allah, I'm going to take it. Now for a quick ad break. We'll be back with the rest of the story after this. If you'd like Stories Podcast and other favorite kid podcasts ad free. 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The woman called her husband over and her children. Push and pull. Lift, drop, strike, smash. Bash. All of it. No use. They took it to another blacksmith, but with no result. The husband came back angry. You useless pot. He cursed it. What in the world are you? And he threw it as far as his arm would reach. As soon as he turned his back, Tunder started rolling and singing. Tunder, Tunder. Oh my mama in my mouth. I brought the meat. He kept repeating that till he reached home and found his mother, Halima, waiting for him with a smile. Lift me up, he said to his mother. The mother lifted him up, took the meat and said, good meat will be fed for a month. And then she washed the pot and put it away on the shelf. Tundra was happy he had helped his mother, but he thought he could do even more. Bring me out of the house, he said. The next day Halima brought him out and he said, tunder, tunder. Clink, clink as he rolled until he reached a spot close to the king's house, where he came to a stop in the morning. The son of the king, the prince, was on his way out, and behold, there was the pot settled in its place. Ah, what's this? Whose pot is it? No one answered, and even though he was as rich as rich can be, the magic of tundra still worked on him. By Allah, he said, I'm going to take it. He took it inside and Called his wife over. Wife, he said, take this pot. I brought it home for you. It's the most beautiful pot. The wife took the pot. Yee. How beautiful it is. By Allah, I'm going to put my jewelry in it. Taking the pot with her, she gathered all her jewelry, even that which she was wearing, and put it in the pot. She also brought all their gold and money and stuffed them in the pot till it was full to the brim. Then she covered it and put it away in the wardrobe. Two or three days passed, and it was time for her brother's wedding. She put on her velvet dress and brought the pot out so she could wear her jewelry. She pushed and pulled, but the pot would not open. She called to her husband, and he could not open it either. All the people who were there tried to open it, lifting and dropping. They took it to a third blacksmith, and he tried but could not open it. The husband felt defeated. Bah, bad tidings to your owners. He cursed it. What use are you to us taking it up? He threw it out the window. Of course, he was not all that anxious to let it go. So he went to go fetch it from the side of the house. But no sooner did he turn around than Tunder started to roll away. Tunder, Tunder. Oh, my mama. In my mouth. I brought the treasure. Lift me up, he said to his mother when he reached home. Lifting him up, Halima removed the lid. Ye, my son. She cried out. Wherever did you get this? What in the world is it? The mother was now rich. She became very, very happy. It's enough now, she said to her son, putting away the treasure. You shouldn't go out anymore. People will recognize you. The honey and meat was one thing, but jewels? It's wrong to steal. You simply cannot go out anymore. I don't trust you to behave. No, no. Begged the sun. Let me go out just one more time. The next day, after a night of begging and pleading, Tunder was allowed out. He went saying, tunder, Tunder. Oh my mama. Looking for a target. But the man who found him the first time saw him again. Hey, what in the world is this? He exclaimed. It must have some magic in it, since it's always tricking people. The second man saw him and agreed. That pot stole my meat. And as the commotion grew, a member of the royal household came over that pot. He said it rolled off with some royal jewels. We can't break it, said the first man. I've tried. We can't break it, agreed the second. But we can teach it a lesson, and they brought the pot, his lid already off, to the nearest farm. There they filled him with manure until it was flowing out the top and they could barely get the lid back on. There, they said. Now go roll along and bring that home. Tunder, hurt and embarrassed, rolled home, only singing a sad half song this time. Tanjer Tunder, oh my mama. When he finally got home, he was quiet and Halima lifted him up instantly. She smelled the manure and guessed what had happened. You naughty thing, you, she said. I told you not to go out again, that people would recognize you. Don't you think it's enough now I told you where stealing ends. Halima then washed the pot with soap, put perfume on it, and placed it on the shelf. Halima returned the stolen goods, the ones she hadn't already eaten at least, and apologized for her son. The prince found the whole story so hilarious. At least he did once he had his jewels back, that he forgave Halima on the spot and let her keep a couple pieces of gold enough that she and Tundra never had to worry again. And sometimes Tundra would still ask to go out for a role. But now Halima went with him, and they lived happily ever after. The End Today's story Tunder Tunder, was an adaptation of a Palestinian folktale written for you by Daniel Hines. It was edited and produced for you by Ellie Hines and performed for you by me, Amanda Weldon. If you would like to support Stories podcast, you can leave us a five star review on iTunes. Check out all of our merch available@storiespodcast.com Shop Commission a special video on Cameo. Follow us on Instagram oriespodcast or simply tell your friends about us. Thanks for listening.