Hans Christian Andersen Page #2

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so many things on the blackboard

that it believed

it knew all about everything.

The blackboard was angry.

She felt that without her to write upon,

nobody would know anything,

and she was the one

who really knew it all.

One day, quite by accident,

the schoolmaster broke the piece of chalk

and tossed it out of the window.

It fell beside a pencil that the piece

of chalk had always admired.

A pencil to a piece of chalk

is something very special.

- And what do you suppose happened?

- What happened?

What is this? Have we all lost our senses?

Are you going listen to him

with the children? What is this?

That will be enough, Hans.

Children, pick up your schoolbooks

and go back to school. Hurry now.

Follow the schoolmaster.

Not another word from anyone.

I advise you, Hans, to stay in your shop

from now on. Come, gentlemen.

Stop shaking your head at me

like an old woman, Peter.

- I can feel it in the back of my neck.

- Hans, turn around. I've got to talk to you.

Did you ever hear

the story of the old woman

who shook her head at the family

so much that it fell off, right on the table?

Hans, why do you keep

on making trouble for us?

Trouble? There's no trouble

that a good story can't get us out of -

like the one just now about the piece

of chalk and the blackboard.

I didn't know what I was going to say

until after I'd said it.

In fact, I'd like to know

how the story ends myself.

Please stay in the shop. Don't tell

the children stories all the time.

I never saw such a worrier like you, Peter.

You want to really worry

about something? Here's something.

Two years ago, I took you

out of the orphanage

and promised them I'd make you

into a good cobbler. Two whole years.

Look at that shoe - glue all smeared

and nails in crooked.

Two years an apprentice,

and still the nails go in crooked.

I'm not that bad, am I? You're not going to

send me back to the orphanage, are you?

Aha! A new worry appears in the sky.

Never mind, Peter. Let's go home.

Two and two are four

Four and four are eight

Eight and eight are sixteen

Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Two and two are four

Four and four are eight

Eight and eight are sixteen

Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two...

An inchworm. The first one of the year!

Four and four are eight

Eight and eight are sixteen

Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two...

Inchworm

Inchworm

Measuring the marigolds

You and your arithmetic

You'll probably go far

Inchworm

Inchworm

Measuring the marigolds

Seems to me

You stop and see

How beautiful they are

Two and two are four

Four and four are eight

Eight and eight are sixteen

Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

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