A really cool thing happened at school last week.
I was spray-painting the "rust" onto Maurice's machine, one of the props to be used in TIS's upcoming musical "Beauty and the Beast Jr."
(Side note: Is this not a thing of beauty itself? It's the result of much cumulative effort on the part the grade 1 and 2 class as well as my secondary Arts block, with a touch of guide-by-the-side from yours truly.)
(Second side note: If you are in the Sendai area, please come to our June 7th production very near the Izumi Chuo subway station. Contact me if your interested and I'll happily forward the details.)
As the smell of the paint wafted into the grade 5 and 6 classroom, everyone gathered at the window to ask me about the curious-looking contraption. Since neither I nor any other students I'd asked to that point were able to think of a good function for the invention that was also doable on stage, grade 5 and 6 took on the challenge and wrote this brilliant back story! Please enjoy:
by Grade 5 and 6
Tohoku International School
It was close to midnight when Maurice finished his masterpiece.
Outside the cottage an owl was hooting. Inside the cottage Maurice was pacing around the machine, staring and thinking. Back and forth. Around and around. All that remained was to give his pièce de résistance a name.
He took off his glasses and put them down on his desk. It was made of fine wood, pine perhaps, but it looked aged and used. Scattered all over the desk were bits of crumpled paper covered with ideas that never were. Maurice rubbed his balding head and sighed.
“A great machine needs a great name.” he said, sighing deeply. “A cup of coffee would be nice."
He grabbed the bronze crank on the left side of the machine, pulled it out slightly, turned it twice, and then pushed it back in. The machine started to vibrate gently. In the shining brass ball on the top of the machine he added water, and slowly it began to bubble and boil. Next, he opened the hatch on the top of the machine, and threw in some whole coffee beans. Maurice switched a couple more dials and levers, and then gave the silver fan a mighty turn.
The entire machine jumped and rubbled, and made a noise that woke up every creature in the woods around his cottage. A moment later, murky brown liquid poured out into a white cup, its steam was floating to the ceiling. Maurice picked it up and took a sip.
“Meh. Its too bitter. I guess I need to adjust the settings and add a sugar option.” Maurice said, half pleased, and half disappointed. He sat down on his favorite rocking chair and sipped his too bitter coffee. His eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
At that moment Belle came pounding down the stairs and ran into the workshop.
“Papa, what was that noise!?” she yelled. She was wearing a flowing blue and white nightgown and dressing cap and carrying a book in one hand and a candle in the other.
Maurice awoke with a start and screamed, “Knick-knacks!”
Belle handed him his glasses and rubbed his shoulder.
“It’s okay Papa, its me, Belle.” she said calmly, “what happened?”
“I was just testing my latest invention, it works but....” his voice trailed off and he gestured to the cup of brown water on the table. Belle picked it up and took a sip.
“Papa, its not terrible. Its better than the last one! What do you call this invention?” Belle said with a smile.
“Well, its, uh, you see, umm, hmmm.”
“How about Sir Percival?” Belle said clutching her book closely to her heart, and staring dreamily out of the window.
“Yes, Sir Percival. Just what I was thinking.” Maurice smiled.





