These are handy little prompts if you are wanting to create Viking stories. I was invited along to the Manistique and Wequiock rooms of University Wisconsin – Green Bay by the local wing of the Society of Creative Anachronism to run a workshop. In this activity we thought of aspects of childhood – then what you do is select and imagine they are about grown-up Vikings. Simple statements become something else entirely when you think this way. Try it…
Endless energy – Playing checkers – Don’t know their limits – What’s mine is mine – and what’s yours is also mine – Stick weird things in their mouth – Run fast – Capacity to become good beings – Not careful about anything – Hugging kitties – Short attention spans – Always listening – Voluntary insomniacs – Laugh evilly for no reason – Always busy or active – Always destructive – All about them – Doesn’t remember what you just said – Fight their siblings for the sake of fighting – Breaks everything – Selective hearing – Fight siblings – When they ask to see something, they need to hold it – Tries new things – Wild imagination – Balloons – Very perceptive – Inquisitive – Cuddle with mum – Talk incoherently for hours – Hold your hand – Watch with me – What’s your is mine, what’s mine is mine – If it is shiny it is mine – If I see it or touch it, it is mine – If I break it then it’s yours – Make necklaces and jewellery – Very creative – Break down crying – I like blue – Abusive sociopath – Pretending to sleep – Eating lots of yummy stuff – Love – Eat only what you like – Frustrated angry poop face – Ride – Speaks their mind – Constantly learning – Love for destruction – Grounded – Tells tall tales – Great imagination – Roll into the wall – My little pony – Draw on things you shouldn’t…
You can learn further with this blog string; a whole series on being a storyteller – Storytelling is… #1
I know that secretly I am Adrian Spendlow the storyteller, but for the sake of this blog, and for the amazing Rollercoastival, I am Pied, yes call me Pied. I am the Pied Piper but you can call me Pied.
I was too, many coloured i.e. pied and to be honest Piper is somewhat of an honorary title. Yes when I piped children agreed that they would follow me but the truth is that is because I made a very rude noise.
My piping aside; what a great time we had. I was thrilled to have such good crowds of families. When you think that Coastival has around a hundred events going on, many of which are part of Rollercoastival, (the children’s and families’ activities), it was great to have such good sized groups.
If everyone did as well for numbers there must have been thousands and thousands and thousands attending events. Well a lot.
And what great groups they were. Everyone was game for fun.
We told stories, we created stories we created the perfect place to live – and it was Scarborough!
we serenaded from balconies,
we did art, (that’s why I am doing this blog cos of the great artwork),
we made or chose musical instruments.
There was a king,
and he was in a castle.
You have to have a horrid bit for me the Pied Piper to rescue you all from so you can end up somewhere nice.
We made up some horrid places;
all from the imaginations of children.
We were kind and cuddly and that made the moody king grumpy. I will tell you how bad he is, he picks his nose! Starving we were, and we cried out, “We want sweets!” All we got was sprouts, and sprouts, oh and loads more sprouts; badly cooked. Even worse than that, he stamped on our tiddlywinks. We begged and begged for food and all we got were puddings, those really horrid sorts. His wife the queen wanted to go shopping so he stole all our money.
He even stole our teddy bears. The teddy bears got made alive and turned into monsters (they were rather silly monsters).
“You should be nice!” we cried.
“I don’t like sharing! I shall send my silly monsters after you.”
We played hide and seek! Then we heard the sweet sound of the pipes and they led us away. The Pied Piper took us all away and we paraded through to Scarborough. It was lovely.
Footnote: the piping of course wasn’t lovely but I didn’t want to spoil the story with wizzpopping noises.
Other children complained of the king forcing them to hoolahoop for his entertainment, bouncing balls for hours and lots of fighting. Worst of all being told they were funny! Naughty kings tell secrets, trip you up, sing songs about you and like fighting.
Most horrid of all he made them go to school! Good job we all escaped upon the Skylark
and followed Pied to Scarborough.
We told stories along the way. There were magical baby horses (‘called foals actually’),
a hero dressed as a bear,
a beautiful young woman in a tower,
trolls in caves,
cattle from all over the world for the serpent to eat,
a funny little man in a cave,
spears, weddings, unicorns,
mums what help, dads what tell stories,
seeing the sea, rainbow bridges,
strange but beautiful ladies of the sea – what are they called again? Merrymaids is it????
There were also mystery sharks appearing in Scarborough (True!) and a true love story with a message in a bottle.
Oh and how the goddess of love she cried, oh how she cried.
We were so glad to get away from the evil king, He had given us all bracelets with eyes in that watched you and he complained that we were whining all the time. He wouldn’t let us go near the glittering golden apples and oh how we longed to wear pink. He said we were never ready on time (which was true actually), called us Contrary Mary’s who never gave him any peace and quiet. He has got peace and quiet now, because he is all alone and we have ran away. We had to run away as he had sent tarantulas to scare us.
I will tell you how bad he was, he wouldn’t let our friends visit and gave us jelly that looked nice but was made with horrid things.
That is why we are happy to be in a magical land called Scarborough.
A magical land. Ask us what it is like if you like and we will tell you. It is nice. We are happy and we have friends. The whole world is places to play with cushions all over the place so you don’t bang your chin when you fall. Everything is made from Lego except the candy floss trees and the candy floss grass.
There is no school. No wait we missed school, so there is school; you learn how to wrap presents and how to make sweets, cos it is Christmas every day and there are always presents. The rullers at school are gummy bear rulers so we don’t really bother drawing straight lines much.
When you live in a candy castle all the stories have happy endings.
We live in a land where it is fine because you are with your mummies and everyone laughs at everyone’s jokes (even Adrian’s).
Come and live in tree houses with us there is bacon for breakfast and teddies hug you back.
Even pringles are chocolate and chocolate twists grow from chocolate tress. Besides the chocolate fountain is an ever filling bowl of anything you want and a help yourself forever ice cream van.
That is how great it is.
We didn’t want to live in the king’s castle any more as he had stinky feet and made us always be busy. If we didn’t work hard enough he chased us with ninja turtles.
They were very naughty and played tricks on us all and called us cheeky monkeys.
No wonder we are happy in magical Scarborough with its candy castle.
Sweetie land has toffee apple trees and it is sunny all the time. It is great to be all families together and we even like the blue sheep. Flying on foxes and magical unicorns are our favourite hobbies and everyone has a bicycle, and a tricycle and a unicycle what they can ride easy.
Peaceful it is and always warm and everyone can swim.
We play pass the parcel and hokey cokey and hopscotch and twister and football too.
Come with us, let the Pied Piper lead the way to where everything is sunny and warm.
(If i have missed anybodies name off or anything do please let me know)