Stories are essential tools for verbal development, social-emotional learning, and character education. Intentional parents can use family movies as a basis for storytelling.
Repeat the story of an episode at bedtime, on a rainy day, or at any quiet time. Let your child correct you if you make a mistake and, better yet, encourage your child to tell you the story.
Both of you can invent new adventures for the Fraggles, Doozers and Gorgs. Invent new characters and create situations that are not in the episodes. Weave the same new characters through many of your own stories based on Fraggle Rock.
For tips on storytelling, go to How to Tell Bedtime Stories . . . Any Time.
Here is a story to read to your child. Before starting the story, have your child help you to print out copies of the pictures referred to in the story.
POSTCARDS
Carlos didn’t have any brothers or sisters, but he did have a lot of aunts and uncles. While they were all nice, Carlos’ favorite was Aunt Isabel. She was young and pretty with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She worked in an art museum where people would come from all over the world to look at the paintings of famous artists. Aunt Isabel lived nearby and on Saturdays, she arranged her schedule so that she could come over and spend time with Carlos. They would drink hot chocolate and sit close together on the couch. Sometimes Aunt Isabel would bring Carlos pictures of the paintings that were in the museum. She would tell him about the artists who painted them and explain why she thought the painting was beautiful. Her favorite hobby was astronomy and Aunt Isabel would tell Carlos about the planets and stars that she saw when she went to Friday night meetings of her astronomy club. Carlos couldn’t wait until he was old enough to go with Aunt Isabel and look into the night sky through a big telescope.
Carlos loved it when Aunt Isabel brought pictures of the paintings and talked about the stars, but his favorite thing to do with Aunt Isabel was to watch “Fraggle Rock”. They watched an episode every Saturday and when the Fraggles sang and danced, Carlos and Aunt Isabel would carefully put their mugs of cocoa on the table at the end of the couch and dance to the music. Aunt Isabel was the best dancer Carlos had ever seen.
Carlos always laughed at Gobo’s Uncle, Traveling Matt. Carlos and his aunt would keep a list in a special diary of all the words that Uncle Matt used that Carlos didn’t know how to spell, like “outer space”. Aunt Isabel would write out the word, Carlos would draw a small picture next to it and then write the word out beside it. Saturday mornings were always Carlos’ favorite time of the week.
Then one Saturday, Aunt Isabel didn’t show up. Carlos asked his mother if maybe it wasn’t really Saturday, if maybe it was actually Friday, and he had gotten confused. Carlos’ mother motioned for him to sit at the kitchen table. She sat down next to him and said, “Honey, I’m sorry. Aunt Isabel had to go out of town for work. She’s going to be gone for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” Carlos felt hot tears in his eyes and put his head down on the table. But then his mom squeezed his arm and said, “Oh! I forgot!” She jumped up and pulled open a drawer, taking out an orange envelope. She placed it on the table in front of Carlos. He peeked up at it. “CARLOS” was written on it in graceful black letters. It was Aunt Isabel’s handwriting!
Carlos wiped his eyes and tore the envelope open. Inside was a postcard, just like the cards that Uncle Matt left for Gobo. “Dear Carlos,” the card read, “I’m so sorry that I have to miss our special Saturday mornings. But I have a secret to tell you. You might think I’m traveling for my job… but I’m really exploring outer space!” Carlos’ eyes widened. Could this be true? “I don’t have time to write much more, but every Saturday, keep an eye on your mailbox. Love, Aunt Isabel.”
Carlos read and reread his card. Is Aunt Isabel really exploring outer space? And what did she mean by “keep an eye on your mailbox”? Today was Saturday. Should he keep an eye on his mailbox today? He thought hard until he heard his mother coming back into the kitchen. He stuffed the card into his sweatshirt and jumped up from the chair. “Bye Mom! I’m going to play in the yard.”
But instead of playing, Carlos sat right next to the driveway, underneath his mailbox. He was waiting for the mailman.
As the sun slowly got higher and higher in the sky, Carlos was getting bored. “What time does the mail come, anyway?” he thought to himself. Carlos pulled at blades of grass. He picked up some sticks and leaves and made a small fort. Just as the pine cones were about to invade, he heard something jingling. He looked to the left, squinting his eyes but there was nothing there. He turned to the right and jumped; right in front of him was the mailman!
“Why hello there,” said the mailman, “Waiting for the mail today? Waiting for something special?”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I’m waiting for a postcard from my Aunt Isabel. She’s traveling through outer spa-,” Carlos stopped himself, not wanting to give away his secret, “I mean for work. She’s traveling for work.”
The mailman nodded absentmindedly as he shuffled through his stack of mail. He tossed some thick envelopes, some thin envelopes and a couple of magazines into Carlos’ mailbox. “No postcard?” Carlos asked quietly.
“Nope, not today, son. No postcard today.” The mailman waved goodbye to Carlos and as he did, something flew from his sleeve. He looked surprised, and picked up a small glossy card from the ground. “I stand corrected. Are you Carlos?” he said with a smile. Carlos nodded “yes” and put out his hand for the postcard.
Carlos could hardly contain his excitement. Sputtering out a “thanks” and “goodbye” he ran into the house, leapt onto the couch, and looked at the picture on the back of the card. It was nothing he’d ever seen before. It showed a gigantic ball of fire, with smaller balls to the right of it with the paths of their orbits around the ball of fire shown by purple lines. The smaller balls were different colors, one was reddish-brown, one was orange, two were blue and another one was mostly blue but also had white on it. Carlos ran his fingers from the ball of fire to the other circles. “Pretty cool,” he thought.
He turned the postcard over and read “Dear Carlos, Happy Saturday! This is our Solar System. We live on the third planet from the Sun. That’s the blue and white one. The blue is the ocean and the white is the clouds. I’m looking at it right now, as I write this. Outer space is a funny thing. It’s very quiet, and dark, but then you come across something as gorgeous as this. Love, Aunt Isabel.”
Carlos turned the words over with his tongue. “So-lar Sys-tem,” he said aloud. He turned the card back over and counted three planets from the sun. There was the blue circle with the white clouds.
Click here for views of the solar system.
Every Saturday, Carlos would wait for the mailman. If it was raining, he would stand at the window looking out. On hot days, Carlos would wait outside with a glass of lemonade to give to the mailman. And every Saturday, he received a postcard. Every Sunday, he would take out all of the postcards he’d received so far and lay them out in a line on his bed. He would look at each one carefully, first at the picture and then at the writing. He kept all of his postcards under his bed, inside a shoe box.
Some of the postcards were normal, with a short message like “Dear Carlos, Not much time to write today, I’ve got to fix the wing of our ship! Love, Aunt Isabel.” But others were longer, stranger, and more interesting.
Like yesterday’s. It showed two boys at what looked like a beach, dressed in clothes very different from clothing people wear nowadays. They were carrying a bucket together and there was a sailboat behind them, but it didn’t have any sails. And although the scene looked like it was on the shore of an ocean, the picture on the card didn’t show any water. Then Carlos gasped. Was that a shark on the ground in front of them? Carlos wondered what he would do if he saw a shark on the ground, right in front of him. “Dear Carlos,” the back of the postcard read, “I made some new friends today. I think you’d really like them, too. You wouldn’t believe what they carry around in that bucket of theirs. And that shark! Well, that’s their best friend! We’re going to go sand sailing tonight. It’s a blast! Love, Aunt Isabel.”
“A shark as your best friend?” thought Carlos. He figured that those boys must be pretty brave. And “sand sailing”? Carlos couldn’t quite work out what that meant, but he thought maybe the boys and Aunt Isabel would be using that boat. He wondered if the boys were the captains of the ship. He smiled. Aunt Isabel was right — he would definitely like them!
The next Saturday’s postcard was also sort of strange. It showed a girl in a ballerina costume, posing. Carlos could see the feet and tutus of other ballerinas standing behind her, in some sort of orangey brown wall. Carlos thought for a minute and then realized that maybe the main ballerina was on stage, and the other ballerinas were waiting in the curtains for their turn to dance. But something else caught Carlos’ eye: it was a man, who looked like he was wearing a black suit. He was standing back in the curtains and you couldn’t see his face. “What’s he doing up there?” Carlos wondered aloud.
See the picture entitled “A Basket of Clams” and learn more about the artist who painted
it in the Learning Guide to Winslow Homer: An American Original.
Carlos flipped the postcard over and read, “Dear Carlos, Today I saw a show, and oh, what a splendid show it was! There was lots of twirling and spinning, and even you would have liked it, especially when the sword dancers came out!” Carlos’ eyes widened. He continued reading. “This picture shows a dancer named ‘The Star’. The man behind her is a magician, and he has cast a spell on her. She’s dancing now, forever. We all wonder when she’ll be finished spinning so that she can bow to the applause of her audience. Love, Aunt Isabel.” Carlos looked again at the front of the card and stared at the man. He couldn’t tell if the ballerina was happy being twirled forever or not. She looked like she was smiling, so maybe she was happy. And Carlos would sure like to meet a magician.
See the picture entitled “L’Etoile” and learn more about the artist who painted it in the
Learning Guide to Degas and the Dancer.
Another postcard seemed less mysterious. It showed a woman and a girl sitting in a boat. The woman was peering over the edge of the boat, into the water. A couple of ducks paddled around them. Carlos shrugged. He didn’t know what was so special about this postcard. “Dear Carlos,” Aunt Isabel had written, “Have you ever gone in search of treasure?” Carlos furrowed his brow. What was Aunt Isabel talking about? “Well, my dear Carlos! Have I got a story for you! These two ladies are searching for treasure. Legend has it, a big storm struck here a long, long time ago. In the storm, many ships were lost, and many treasure chests sunk to the bottom of the sea. Every year, pieces of gold and a couple of rubies wash up on the shore. But these ladies, my new friends, believe that they have located seven treasure chests underneath the water. We’re going to go diving later to find out! Wish me luck, and if we find it, I’ll send you a gold coin! Love, Aunt Isabel.”
“Whoa!” yelled Carlos. His mom poked her head into his room.
“Everything okay in here?” she asked.
“We’re gonna be rich!” he said, as he jumped up and down on his bed. His mom raised an eyebrow and smiled. Carlos blushed. “Er, never mind, Mom,” said Carlos. She looked a little confused, but shrugged her shoulders and walked away. Carlos took another look at the picture on the postcard. Now that he looked more closely, he noticed that the water wasn’t just flat, blue water. It shimmered with different colors. It was darker in some places, lighter in others. Pockets of blue and green and brown appeared on the surface. And yes, spots of gold! Carlos gasped. He couldn’t wait to get his gold coin, but in the meantime, he decided he’d better not tell anybody about Aunt Isabel’s treasure- just in case there were any pirates listening.
See the picture entitled “Summertime” and learn more about the artist who painted it at
the Learning Guide to Mary Cassatt: American Impressionist.
The postcards continued for what felt like ages. And still, every Saturday Carlos anxiously awaited the mail, and carefully set the new postcard on top of the others in the shoe box that he kept under the bed. Then one day, Carlos received a postcard that made him just a little sad but very happy, too. The postcard read, “Dear Carlos, This will be my last postcard to you. I am finally coming home. I will see you soon. For now, look at this postcard and you will see how marvelous a place, and how wonderful a people, I am leaving.”
Ask your child, “Why do you think the message on the postcard made Carlos a little
sad? After all, it told him that Aunt Isabel was coming home.”
Carlos stopped reading and looked at the image. It showed three figures, one holding a guitar, one playing a clarinet and one holding pieces of paper with music notes on it. Their eyes were just black dots, and their bodies looked like they were made from building blocks that were sort of jumbled. Carlos couldn’t imagine what kind of music this band would play! Aunt Isabel wrote that this was a band she had seen every weekend, at her favorite nightclub. They played all types of music, fast songs that you jumped up and down to, slow songs that you wiggled around to, and goofy songs that made everybody laugh.
See this picture by clicking here.
Aunt Isabel wrote that her favorite type of music is puzzle music. It is when the building block faces and bodies of the orchestra in the picture switch around, a head over here, an arm over there. They would play the guitar with eyelashes, or the clarinet with a toe, and they could sing with an elbow. Puzzle people! Carlos thought this sounded awesome! He got out a pad of paper and drew a picture of himself as a collection of blocks. Then he cut out his eyes, nose, mouth, arms and legs from the picture. He moved them around his body, looking at all of the different combinations he could find. “Aunt Isabel sure knows some cool people!” he thought to himself. He looked back at the postcard and began to sing, making up the songs and music he thought a puzzle band might play.
This was Carlos’ favorite postcard by far. “Wow,” he whispered to himself. Out of all of things on the postcards Aunt Isabel had sent, this was the one that Carlos wanted to see for himself. And instead of gently slipping the card into his shoe box, Carlos tucked it under his pillow and kept it there while he slept.
The next week was the longest week of Carlos’ life. Time went by more slowly than it did during the week before Christmas. Carlos couldn’t wait for each day to end because the coming of night brought him one day closer to Saturday.
The next Saturday morning Carlos felt a nudge. He didn’t want to wake up. It was too early. He groaned and rolled over on his side. He felt a nudge again. And then he heard a voice say, “Well get up already, sleepy head! It’s almost time for ‘Fraggle Rock’!”
Carlos’ eyes shot wide open. Aunt Isabel! He leapt out of bed and gave her a great big hug. She hugged him back, squeezing tightly, then set him back down on the bed. “But first,” she said, “I have a present.” She stepped into the hallway and returned with a large rectangle, wrapped up in newspaper.
“For me?” Carlos asked. Aunt Isabel nodded and motioned for him to open the package. He tore into the paper revealing a frame. Inside the frame was that last postcard, his favorite, but bigger, much bigger.
“It’s for your bedroom, to hang on the wall,” said Aunt Isabel.
“How did you know?” asked Carlos excitedly, “This was my favorite!”
Aunt Isabel chuckled. “I had a feeling,” she said. “Oh, and I brought you this, too.” She pulled out a small, thick book. Carlos flipped through the pages. Each page had one of his postcards on it.
Before Carlos could ask how she got all of her postcards in a book, Aunt Isabel was off, skipping down the hall. “Come on, Carlos!” she shouted. Carlos laughed and tossed the book on his bed. Just as he was about to leave the room, he saw a gold coin roll out of the book and onto the floor. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Aunt Isabel called for him again. His face broke into a giant grin and he ran to the living room just in time to start dancing with Aunt Isabel to the opening song of the next episode of “Fraggle Rock”.
The End.