The Tales of Sandy Bramblefield
Tale One – Saving the Village
Boulder after boulder continued to cascade down the steep mountain side,
already Bramble Cottage and River-side Croft lay waste under the
rubble that was quickly filling the pass between the Bryn and the Berain.
The small road into and out of the tiny hamlet of Bramble-way,
was impassable, and what was even worse was the way the falling rocks
were now beginning to find there way into the raging river.
“I tell you Doris, if these rocks keep falling all night we shall wake up
drowned in the morning.” Sandy said shaking his head from side to side
as he looked at the water level rising on his legs.
“If we drowned and wake up in the morning that will be a miracle in itself.”
Doris said without looking up from her task in hand,
"and if you used you hands more to build this dam, hopefully we will not
drown at all, Sandy Bramblefield. Now get your great paws down here and help me with this dam, Jeremy said he wants it at least ten foot high.”
Oh look Doris! I think that’s your kitchen table over there.” Sandy said a broad smile on his
hairy face, “It only has two legs left, poor thing.
“Sandy” Doris yelled at the top of her voice, which was instantly drowned
out the noise from the river. “It is our job to try to stop the water getting
into the hamlet from this left bank, now will you move them boulders over here
now please?”
Sandy muttered something under his breath, before walking over to the nearest
boulder and picking it up as if it were a feather he threw it over to were
Doris was standing, who only just managed to get out of the way before it
landed with a heavy splash on the edge of the river bank.
“For goodness sake Sandy what are you trying
to do now? That almost landed on top of me. Sometimes I wonder if you were born
with any brains at all.”
“I didn’t mean for it to land so close Doris, honest I
didn’t, I was trying to get it so you wouldn’t have to lift it yourself, it is
very heavy. I really am very sorry Doris.”
“I should blooming well hope so you great oaf Sandy Bramblefield”
Doris said as she picked herself up and dusted some of
the mud off her coat. With that she turned on her heels and started
to walk away from the apologetic bear.
“Where are you going Doris?” Sandy shouted as she walked away, I didn’t
mean it honestly I didn’t. I just got carried away. I'm sorry!
“I’m off to find Jeremy he will have to find someone else to help you finish
building it, I really don’t want to end up squashed.” Doris
shouted back as she carried on walking up the path.
Sandy stood there, he felt really awful, ok, so he was a bit clumsy,
you might even say he was heavy handed, but he was all heart. The fact that his brain and his
heart walked two separate paths just made it a little harder to co ordinate his
good will and his daftness.
He shrugged his shoulders and carried on working on
his own, within no time at all, the dam was almost in finished only a couple
more large rocks and it would be watertight. The small cottages that lay all
along the bottom of the mountainside were safe. The group of bears on the
opposite bank had worked furiously to keep up with Sandy, now they moved
back
away from the dam as Sandy moved himself into place, carrying with him a rock,
so big that very few bears could have moved together let alone on their
own. He dropped it into the hole and immediately the water in the river
turned away from the village and raged down towards the weir which was a few
miles further down the Ellewy
A huge cheer went up from the rest of the
villagers, there were quite a few there who remembered the last time the mountains
descended into the small pass.
The Bryn side of the mountain had always been a bit temperamental.
Sandy’s own father had been killed in the land slide of forty seven, but since then there had never
been such terrible storms, and without doubt they had had lots more rain and
strong winds than ever before, this time another avalanche further up the
stream had raised the level of the water and as the current increased the base
of the Bryn collapsed and now there was a full scale rescue going on to save
the Brambleway.
Sandy stood up admiring his work and he bowed low to the bears who
were applauding
him, a huge smile upon his big, brown hairy face.
When the applause turned to screams, Sandy
didn’t notice. And the next minute the sound of the falling boulders made him
look up. He didn’t have time to move out of the way and the last the villagers
saw of him was his huge head fall forward, as a massive boulder landed on top
of his shoulders. Sandy
was already unconscious when he was sucked under the waves that carried his
body down stream towards the weir and certain death.
She tried and she tried and tried once more,
Nine, Ten, A big fat hen.
The Happy Nappy Nursery
RIDE A COCK HORSE TO BANBURY
IF ALL THE WORLD WERE APPLE PIE 
The Tales of Uncle Remus were wrote by Joel Chandler Harris and were the largest single collection of Afro-American folktales ever collected and published. Between 1896 and 1918 he published around 260 tales in eight volumes, all of them black folktales.
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