The idea can be very useful in a class room or even at home while playing with our restless.
The story goes like this:
|Tangram Grandfather Tang|
and Little Soo
|Tangram- Little Soo|
were sitting under a peach tree in their backyard.
"Let's do a story about the fox fairies, (Chou and Wu Ling)," said Little Soo. So Grandfather Tang arranged his seven tangram pieces into the shape of a fox.
Although Chou and Wu Ling were best friends, they were always trying to outdo each other. One day this rivalry almost brought their friendship to a tragic end. They were sitting under their favorite willow tree beside a river talking about their magic powers.
"I can change myself into a rabbit as quick as wink," boasted Wu Ling. "I'll bet you can't do that."
"I can too," said Chou.
"Can not," said Wu Ling. "Anyway, actions speak louder than words." and he changed himself into a rabbit.
And before Wu Ling could blink, Chou changed from a fox into a dog.
"I love rabbits," Chou growled," and I'm going to get you and gobble you up."
The dog edged closer and closer. Wu Ling's eyes grew bigger and bigger. He was too frightened to move at first. But then he thought, "I'll be safe if I can climb up the willow tree."
His little puff of a tail grew long and bushy and his tall ears shrunk as Wu Ling transformed himself into a squirrel.
"Chou will probably turn himself into a cat so he can climb up the tree after me," Wu Ling said to himself. "But he'll never catch me, I'll jump from tree to tree and he won't be able to follow me."
Of course, Chou thought about changing himself into a cat.
"Kek! Kek! Kek!" he shrieked as he zoomed down upon the squirrel.
Wu Ling trembled. Chou's beak looked sharp enough to pierce right through him.
"If only I lived in a shell house," he thought "Then Chou couldn't hurt me."
Chou stuck out his fierce claws to seize Wu Ling, but Wu Ling dove toward the river below the willow tree. And as he dove, he tucked in his head and tail and legs, turned green, and changed into a turtle.
But just as Chou reached him, Wu Ling plunged into the water. "Follow me and you'll drown, he cried.
"Don't worry," cried Chou, plunging right behind Wu Ling.
His body grew longer, covered with scales. He whipped the water with his long, wicked tail. And he snapped his spike-toothed jaws as he turned into a crocodile.
"Now, I've got you!" he bellowed through his clenched teeth.
"Oh, no, you haven't," cried Wu Ling, who grew smaller and smaller and changed himself from green to gold as he transformed himself into a goldfish.
Then he hid in a patch of cattails. Chou churned the water with his lashing tail as he charge into the patch after Wu Ling. With his head swinging back and forth and his eyes darting here and there, he searched for Wu Ling. Wu Ling knew that Chou would not give up until he found him.
"I must fly from here," he thought. And he started to honk as he transformed himself into a goose.
A chorus of honks swelled the air as the flock of geese spread their wings to follow him. While Chou watched, the honking grew fainter, the flock grew smaller, and he felt his anger slowly drain away.
"Why, oh, why did we play that stupid game?" he moaned. "I'll never see Wu Ling again"
He closed his eyes and sank toward the river's bottom. Just as he touched it, however, he had an idea. And up he popped again, a goose himself.
Chou charged after him, but Wu Ling spread his wings and took to the air.
Chou watched him fly to a small island where a flock of geese were feeding. By now he was not only very angry, he was also very hungry. He decided that if he could not catch Wu Ling, any goose would make him a good dinner. He splashed through the water toward the island until he reached it.
Moments later, Chou was flying after Wu Ling and the other geese. He could hardly see or hear them at first. But he did not let this discourage him. Calling upon every last bit of his strength, he forged ahead.
Each flap of his wings brought him closer. The wedge of geese slowly grew bigger. The honking grew louder. At last Chou found himself flying beside Wu Ling.
"I'm tired of our silly game," he cried. "Come back with me to our willow tree."
Before Wu Ling could answer, something stung Chou's right wing. He sank toward the ground.
A hunter had shot him. Wu Ling flew down beside Chou, place his left wing under Chou's smashed right wing, and together they fluttered down to the edge of the forest.
The hunter ran toward them.
"Fly away," Chou urged Wu Ling. "Save yourself. Fly! Fly!"
"I wont' desert you," cried Wu Ling. And with a mighty roar, he changed into a lion.
Wu Ling and Chou returned to their fox shapes. And Wu Ling helped Chou to his den, where he took care of him until he was mended.
"Did they ever play that game again?" asked Little Soo.
"Many times," said her grandfather. "But they were very, very careful,"
"That was a good story," said Little Soo. "Let's do another."
Grandfather arranged his seven tangram pieces.
"Is this story going to be about a man?" asked Little Soo.
"Yes, said her grandfather. "he's old and he's tired. He wants to sit under a tree and rest awhile."
|Tangram- Grandfather Tang|
|Tangram- Little Soo|
"Yes, said Little Soo. "Just like me. She'll sit and rest beside the man."
"That will make him very happy," said Grandfather Tang. "And now, Little Soo, what will we do?"
"We'll sit and rest together until Mother calls us for supper," said Little Soo.
"That will make me very happy," said her grandfather.
Try to make your own stories with the 7 Tans!