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Ever heard the phrase "live by your wits"?
If you live by your wits, then yous're using your cleverness and cunning to go by. In today'southward tale we'll run across a character who doesn't but live by his wits; he uses them to outwit a not-very-nice guy!
Our story is called "Of Beans and Bunnies." Versions of this tale come from much of the Castilian-speaking world, including Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Republic of guatemala, Mexico, and Spain.
Voices in this episode Kevin Corbett, Hrishikesh Hirway, Edward Hong, Nick Sholley, Amory Sivertson, Mike Smith, Alexia Trainor, Dawn Ursula, and Efren Ramirez, whom y'all grown-ups may recognize from Napoleon Dynamite. Efren stars in the blithe adventure moving picture Lightyear, coming out in June 2022.
This episode was adjusted for Circle Circular by Rebecca Sheir. Information technology was edited by supervising producer Amory Sivertson. Original music and sound blueprint is by Eric Shimelonis. Our artist is Sabina Hahn.
Coloring Folio
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Things To Call up Near After Listening
Across the planet, many people are working to correct the wrongs they see in this world. What's one matter you lot can practise to join them?
Maybe yous tin make clean up litter in your favorite park. Y'all can donate clothing, books, or toys to children in need. Or you tin but spread kindness and love, wherever y'all become. Find a grown-up, and talk with them about how you tin exercise your office to improve our world.
Musical Spotlight: The Charango
This member of the lute family is popular in much of South America. Resembling a small guitar with a rounded back, the charango usually has ten strings in 5 double courses: i.due east. each pair of strings plays the same note. The charango was originally made from the beat out of an armadillo (for a legend about why, check out our story, "Armadillo'due south Song"), though modern charangos are typically made from various varieties of woods. A charango thespian is chosen a charanguista.
Script
NARRATOR: Long, long ago, if you lived in a certain pocket-size town in a certain faraway land and y'all ran into money trouble y'all needed cash to buy nutrient, say, or pay a bill and then you would go to the town banker to ask for a loan.
TOWNSPERSON 1: Please sir, my crop didn't exercise well this flavour and my family unit is hungry. May I borrow some gold coins?
NARRATOR: The banker was always happy to grant such requests.
BANKER: Why of course yous can borrow some gold coins!
NARRATOR: There was just 1 catch. If you were the least fleck late in paying dorsum the coin you owed?
TOWNSPERSON 1: I'thousand sorry, sir, just I'm going to be late with the money I owe!
NARRATOR: Then the banker would get his revenge.
BANKER: You lot're going to be late, you say?!? Unacceptable! For every twenty-four hour period you're belatedly in paying me back, I will double the amount you owe me. Double!
NARRATOR: So let'south say you lot owed the banker twenty gold coins. The first day y'all were late with your payment you would owe him forty gilded coins. The second day, you would owe him 80. So 160, and so on!
And so as you lot tin can imagine, the townspeople lived in fear of the banker, who showed no mercy when somebody fell on difficult times.
Broker: Yous owe me double! And you! And yous! And you!!
NARRATOR: Now, it just so happens that one day a traveler fabricated his fashion to the banker's town. His name was Pedro.
And though Pedro carried not much more than the dress on his back and the brains in his head—those brains were remarkable! For Pedro, you come across, was equally sharp and clever every bit they come. And so even though he rarely had more than 2 coins in his pocket, he e'er had his wits.
When Pedro got to town he happened to eavesdrop the broker talking with one of the townspeople who owed him money.
TOWNSPERSON 2: I'one thousand lamentable, Mister Banker. But I can't pay back your loan!
BANKER: Yous tin't pay back my loan, yous say? Then tomorrow, beginning thing in the morning, I'll be back. And you'll owe me double! Did you hear me? Double!
NARRATOR: Pedro was aghast at the banker's words. And at the mode those words left the townsperson in tears!
TOWNSPERSON 2: (extemporaneous crying)
PEDRO: Gosh! That broker is awful! I should practise something to teach him a lesson. The question is... what?!?
NARRATOR: Pedro'southward clever mind mulled over the diverse tricks he could play. And at concluding…
PEDRO: A-ha!
NARRATOR: He came upon a vivid thought!
Every bit the sun began to gear up, he rummaged through his satchel and fished out his coin purse. He loosened the drawstrings and peered inside.
PEDRO: Ah, just every bit I idea. I'one thousand downwardly to my last gold coin. But no matter. I've got something more than valuable than that: my wits!
NARRATOR: Pedro put away his coin purse, hoisted his satchel over his shoulder, and raced over to the grocer'due south shop.
[SOT: door open/bell tinkle]
GROCER: Greetings, sir! How may I help you?
PEDRO: If you please, Madam Grocer, I'd like i dirt pot, one loving cup of dry out black beans, and ane wooden spoon. Oh! And some charcoal! A whole pocketbook, if y'all have it. I'll give yous i golden money for it. I'one thousand afraid it'south all I have.
GROCER: Ane gold coin?
NARRATOR: The grocer scratched her mentum.
GROCER: Well, times have been hard, and I owe a certain banker a boatload of money. So 1 gilt coin is better than no gold coins! You may have your one clay pot, your one cup of dry out black beans, your wooden spoon, and your charcoal.
PEDRO: Cheers! Cheers very much!
NARRATOR: Pedro dropped the clay pot, dry black beans, wooden spoon, and charcoal into his satchel, and then fabricated his way to the broker's big, grand house.
It was nighttime by now, and then no 1 was nigh. And right at that place, beneath a tree on the side of the road, Pedro rolled out a blanket and went to sleep.
PEDRO: (snoring)
NARRATOR: A few hours afterwards, only earlier daybreak, Pedro woke back up again.
PEDRO: Okay! Come sunrise, that stingy banker will exist striding out of his house to collect his debts. I'd better act fast!
NARRATOR: Working quickly and quietly, Pedro took the dry black beans he purchased the nighttime before, and tossed them into the clay pot he'd purchased the night before.
[SOT: beans fall into pot]
NARRATOR: Then he filled the pot with h2o from his canteen.
[SOT: water pours]
NARRATOR: Afterwards that he laid the charcoal on the side of the road and lit a burn down.
[SOT: lights burn down]
NARRATOR: Abreast the fire he dug a small hole. In one case the burn died downwardly a bit, Pedro shoveled the glowing coals into the hole.
[SOT: shoveling coals]
NARRATOR: Then he placed the pot of beans over the dress-down so that you couldn't run into them; it looked like the pot was just resting on the ground.
As the water began to boil and the beans began to cook, Pedro used his wooden spoon to stir the pot, as he recited a petty rhyme.
PEDRO: Magic pot! Make some heat! Give me something good to swallow! (beat) Magic pot! Make some heat! Give me something good to eat! Magic pot! Make some oestrus! Give me something good to—
BANKER: Excuse me, sir!?
NARRATOR: Pedro looked up. Standing before him, in a fancy suit and shiny shoes, was the broker!
Broker: I heard you saying your niggling verse form as I walked out of my business firm simply at present. Given that you lot are on my property I demand to know. Who are yous?!? And what are you doing?!?
NARRATOR: Pedro gave his steaming pot a stir, and so gave the banker a grinning.
PEDRO: My name is Pedro, sir. And can't you see? I'chiliad cooking breakfast!
Banker: Only how?!? In that location'south no fire! The h2o in that pot is boiling, and I tin can smell the odour of black beans cooking, withal I don't run into then much as a flame!
PEDRO: That's considering it'south a magic pot, sir! It doesn't need whatever burn or flames! You but put your food in, you identify the pot on the basis, you say the magic words – Magic pot! Brand some heat! Give me something good to eat! – and it begins to cook! Just similar that!
BANKER: Well, butter me upward and phone call me a beige! That is amazing!
NARRATOR: As the banker watched the pot bubble and boil, his optics grew wider and wider, and Pedro knew exactly what the greedy man was thinking. He was envisioning all the succulent foods he could brand if this magic pot were his – or all the money he could brand if he sold such a treasure!
BANKER: Listen, uh, Pedro, was information technology?
PEDRO: Yup! Pedro!
Broker: Pedro. This magic pot of yours, how much do you want for it?
NARRATOR: Pedro's heart skipped a beat. Just as he'd hoped, the banker was falling for his flim-flam.
PEDRO: I'thousand sorry, sir, but my pot isn't for auction! There's non another pot similar it in the whole wide earth!
Banker: I'll give you one-hundred aureate coins for information technology!
PEDRO: One-hundred gold coins? That's it? For an boggling pot like this one?
Frankly, sir, I am insulted!
Broker: Two-hundred, then?
PEDRO: Nope.
BANKER: How well-nigh we heighten it to five-hundred!?
PEDRO: Nuh-uh.
BANKER: Double it to a yard? Ane-1000 gold coins for your magic pot? What exercise you say?
NARRATOR: Pedro pretended to sigh.
PEDRO: (large over-dramatic SIGH) Alright, fine. Y'all win. Ane-thousand gold coins it is.
Banker: First-class! I'll just go within and collect my money! Stay correct where y'all are! I'll exist dorsum in a wink!
NARRATOR: As the banker disappeared into his house, Pedro ate some beans from his so-called "magic" pot.
PEDRO: (eating beans) Mm-mm-mm! I have to say – this banker swain might be fabricated of coin, just he certainly isn't fabricated of brains! He'south totally fallen for my trick!
NARRATOR: Moments afterward, the banker came back, holding a big silk purse.
BANKER: Hither you get, Pedro! Ane-g gold coins! In exchange for your magic pot!
PEDRO: Thank y'all, sir! Something tells me my pot is in just the correct hands.
NARRATOR: And with that, Pedro ran off down the road, one-k golden coins in hand.
The broker, meanwhile, began gobbling upward the black beans in the clay pot.
Broker: (ad-lib gobbling upwardly beans in pot)
NARRATOR: Presently, the pot was empty.
Banker: Oh! That hit the spot! Those beans were scrumptious! But I have a hankering for some more than.
NARRATOR: And then the banker raced into his business firm, grabbed a fistful of dry beans, and then dashed out and plunked them into the pot.
Banker: Okay, what were those magic words again? (beat) (trying to retrieve)
Magic pot, make some heat. requite me something good to consume! (beat out) Hmmm. Nothing's happening. Let me try again.
(clears throat) Magic pot! Make some oestrus! Give me something adept to swallow! Still null? Hmmm...
NARRATOR: The banker spent the side by side hours reciting the magic words again…
Broker: (desperate, tired) Magic pot! Make some heat! Give me something proficient to eat!
NARRATOR: …and again!
BANKER: Magic pot! Brand some oestrus! Requite me something good to eat!
NARRATOR: But the pot refused to cook! At terminal, the banker reached down and lifted the pot off the ground. And the moment he did…
BANKER: (shocked) Well, fry me in butter and call me a catfish! In that location are coals underneath this pot! And they're black and cold as tin be!
NARRATOR: The banker felt his stomach clamp. His jaw, besides. And all at once, he realized: the magic pot wasn't magic at all!
Broker: That settles information technology. I will become revenge on this Pedro fellow. And oh, victory volition be sweet!
[theme music in]
NARRATOR: What do you think the banker will exercise next?
And will Pedro go away scot-complimentary? Or volition he accept to pay the piper?
Or… banker?
We'll find out… after a quick break.
[theme music out]
[BREAK]
[theme music in]
NARRATOR: Welcome back to Circle Circular. I'thousand Rebecca Sheir. Today our story is called "Of Beans and Bunnies."
[theme music out]
NARRATOR: Before the interruption, a hardhearted banker gave mischievous, quick-witted Pedro one-thousand gilt coins for a magic pot – which, as information technology turned out, wasn't magic at all!
Pedro took the gold coins and handed them out to all the townspeople who couldn't beget to pay dorsum the banker's loans.
TOWNSPERSON ane: Thank you, Pedro!
TOWNSPERSON 2: Thank y'all, Pedro!
TOWNSPERSON 3: Cheers!
TOWNSPERSON 4: Thank you!
TOWNSPERSON 5: Cheers!
NARRATOR: Pedro knew the broker would be furious in one case he learned the magic pot wasn't really magic. So the clever fellow decided to cook up another scheme.
Keeping a scattering of coins for himself, he visited a farm on the edge of town and told the farmer he'd like to buy two...bunnies.
PEDRO: Those twins over there! The piffling gray ones that look exactly alike! I'll take them both!
NARRATOR: Pedro brought the twin bunnies to a nearby boarding house and rented a room. Then he asked the possessor of the boarding business firm if she could do a certain favor.
PEDRO: Dear lady, I wonder if, for dinner tonight, you tin can set a feast in the dining room. The finest meal you tin muster. Roasted meat, luscious stew, perchance a nice fried fish? Say, v o'clock? I'll give you several gold coins for your trouble.
NARRATOR: The woman agreed. And so Pedro left one of his new bunnies at the boarding house, then tucked the other identical bunny into his satchel and made his way into town.
Merely as he expected, as he wandered downwards the road, he came face up to face—
Banker: (furious) Pedro!???!!!!
NARRATOR: …with the banker!
Broker: I've been searching all over for you, you scoundrel! Y'all told me that clay pot of yours was magic! And even so information technology was nothing of the sort!
PEDRO: (hatching another scheme, then pretending to be remorseful) I'grand deplorable, sir.
NARRATOR: Pedro hung his caput.
PEDRO: What I did was incorrect. And then wrong. So delight: allow me to arrive upwards to you?
BANKER: "Go far up to me"?!?? And how do you propose doing that?!?
PEDRO: By having yous over for dinner! I'll serve you the finest foods! You do like fine foods, don't you? Roasted meat? Luscious stew? Nice fried fish?
NARRATOR: In fact, the banker did like fine foods. And he couldn't resist Pedro'south offer.
Broker: Alright, fine! I'll join y'all for dinner!
PEDRO: Wonderful! Just hang on a sec.
NARRATOR: Pedro reached into his satchel… and took out the little grayness bunny! He stroked its ears as he leaned in close to its furry face.
PEDRO: (to bunny) Okay, Little Helper. Here's what you lot must do. Run back to the boardinghouse and tell the proprietor we're having company. Tell her to set up plenty of roasted meat… luscious stew… and nice fried fish. Now, off you get!
NARRATOR: The banker watched every bit the spry trivial beast hopped off down the road.
BANKER: I'm sorry, Pedro, simply volition that little greyness bunny actually convey your message?
PEDRO: Come up on over and find out! Dinner starts at v!
NARRATOR: Several hours afterward, as the clock struck five on the olfactory organ, who should come knocking at the boarding business firm door.
[SOT: knock, open up door]
NARRATOR: Only the broker! Pedro was thrilled.
PEDRO: Welcome, Mister Banker! I was hoping yous would come up. And you're merely in time. The food is ready!
NARRATOR: Pedro gestured toward a tabular array loaded with roasted meat, luscious stew, and fried fish.
PEDRO: Lucky for united states of america, my Fiddling Helper sent the message on time. Otherwise dinner would be running e'er and then belatedly!
NARRATOR: Pedro gestured toward a little gray bunny nibbling lettuce in the corner.
PEDRO: There'southward not some other bunny like him in the whole wide world!
NARRATOR: Now, this picayune grey bunny in the corner, as you may have guessed, it was not the same lilliputian gray bunny Pedro had pulled from his satchel out on the road.
That bunny didn't know its fashion back to the boarding house, so it was probably in a forest or field somewhere, nibbling grass and clover to its heart's content!
Then who was this bunny and then? The other bunny'southward twin, of course!
Considering Pedro had bought two bunnies from the farmer, right? And then this bunny was the one Pedro had left at the boarding house before heading out toward town.
Only the broker didn't know whatever of that! So as dinner was served, the greedy human being kept sneaking glances at the little gray bunny, wondering how he might brand this supposedly miraculous creature his own!
Broker: Pedro, if you sell me that fiddling greyness bunny of yours, I'll allow bygones be bygones, and I'll forgive you for the stunt you pulled with that then-chosen magic pot. So, how much exercise you want for information technology?
NARRATOR: Pedro smiled to himself. This was simply what he hoped would happen!
PEDRO: (playing along) I'chiliad deplorable, sir, but my piddling gray bunny isn't for sale! That said, I could consider parting with information technology, on one condition.
BANKER: Oh? And what might that "i condition" be?
PEDRO: That you lot forgive all of the townspeople's debts! Everyone who owes you money? You consider their loans null-and-void!
Broker: Forgive all the townspeople's debts?!? I couldn't possibly!
PEDRO: No deal, no bunny.
NARRATOR: The banker gritted his teeth.
Broker: Alright, fine. You win. I'll forgive all the townspeople'southward debts. Every last ane of them! Just give me that bunny!
NARRATOR: And then after dinner, once the dishes were cleared, Pedro gave the banker the bunny.
The next day, the banker invited the mayor, the judge, and the schoolmistress – the three near of import people in boondocks – to get riding with him. As they galloped along on horseback, the banker took the piddling greyness bunny out from his cloak.
Broker: Behold this picayune gray bunny, friends! There's non another bunny like him in the whole wide world!
NARRATOR: The banker stroked the bunny'south ears and leaned in close.
BANKER: (to bunny) Okay, Little Helper. Here is what you lot must do. Run back to my business firm and tell the cook we're having visitor. Tell him to prepare a big lunch of smoked sausages, roasted meat pies, and chocolate truffles for dessert. Now, off y'all become!
NARRATOR: The banker let the gray bunny go, and the mayor, judge and schoolmistress watched equally the nimble beast hopped off into the forest.
MAYOR: (skeptical) Mister Banker, is that bunny really going to deliver a message to your melt?
Gauge: (skeptical) Surely such a thing is not possible!
SCHOOLMISTRESS: (skeptical) It'southward just a bunny, afterward all!
BANKER: So you say, friends. But come on over and find out! We'll ride for another 60 minutes, then we'll caput back to my business firm for a real feast!
NARRATOR: An hr later, when the banker led his friends into his dining room...
Broker: Well?? Here we are!
NARRATOR: He received a big surprise.
Broker: Wait a minute! Where's luncheon?!? (beat) Cook?! Where is our nutrient? The table is blank!
NARRATOR: The cook came running out of the kitchen.
COOK: Of course information technology's blank, sir! I never received instructions virtually what you wanted to eat! And I didn't know you were expecting company!
Banker: But the trivial gray bunny! Didn't it tell you?
Melt: The picayune gray what, sir?
NARRATOR: The banker'due south eyes swept across the room. Indeed, there was no trivial gray bunny to exist seen anywhere!
And that'southward when he realized—
Broker: Pedro!!
NARRATOR: He had been duped!
Again!
And now the banker had no debts to collect, no bunny to exercise his bidding, and – much to his grumbling stomach'due south dismay, no lunch to eat.
Equally for Pedro, well, the clever and mischievous traveler was long gone. Off to another town or land where at that place were wrongs to exist righted, and tricks to be played.
Source: https://www.wbur.org/circleround/2022/04/12/beans-and-bunnies
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