Each week Irena @ This Miss Loves To Read hosts Friday is for Fairy-Tales.
It is an opportunity to share a love of the fairy-tale genre throughout the blogosphere and discuss your favourite character, your childhood memories, new authors and all time favourites. You can find out more by visiting her POST.
Ever since I read Marcus Sedgwick’s Blood Red Snow White, I have wanted to read Arthur Ransome’s Old Peter’s Russian Tales. If you’ve read Blood Red, you’ll understand why. If you haven’t, then I suggest you add it to your wish list. I never realised how poetic fairy-tales could be until I read it.
So I am going to read one of Old Peter’s Russian Tales by Arthur Ransome each week and then share it with you here.
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A Chapter of Fish
This is a story about fish. How fun and refreshing! It is also very very short so I can retell for you.
On Midsummer Eve, a fish was born. It was a pike with such fierce teeth. It was born of the water and it raged and broiled. The pike grew at an unfathomable rate and soon he was the biggest fish in the river.
Big fish eat little fish. The pike opened his huge jaws and ate and ate and ate the little fish. He had such terribly fearsome teeth. The other fish in the river knew something must be done. They got together in their shoals and had a discussion.
The roach said “Let’s kill the pike.”
The gudgeon said “Do you have good teeth?”
The roach was silly because they didn’t have any teeth.
The perch suggested that they swallow the pike. But that was far too silly because they did not have a big enough jaw.
The perch said that they could put their prickles on end and then they would get caught in the old pike’s throat. But the gudgeon reminded them that the pike would have to swallow them first.
Luckily the smartest fish in the river came to the meeting and listened to all these ideas. Then the yersh told the other fish how they could kill the pike. He said they could starve him by leaving the big river and making home in the swallow inlets and hide among the weeds. All the fish agreed this was a very good idea. So they left the big river and the pike had nothing to eat.
The pike had to eat worms for his food and eventually got caught by one on the end of a fishing rod. The fisherman had a very delicious supper that night.
This tale reminds me many traditional folk tales from around the world. How the lion got his roar for instance. It is really nice to read a tale which is about animals rather than archetypes of characters. I hope there are more tales like this to come.