Name: CCHパウンダーが読んだソフィーの名作 (Sophie's Masterpiece read by CCH Pounder)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T06:02:07.000Z
Duration: 7 min 13 s
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Hello, welcome to Storyline Online brought to you by the Screen Actors Guild Foundation.

I'm CCH Pounder and today I'm reading Sophie's Masterpiece by Eileen Spinelli, the Illustrations are by Jane Dyer.

Sophie was no ordinary house spider. Sophie was an artist.

She spun webs more wondrous than anyone had ever seen.

Her playmates called her incredible. Her mama was proud.

Someday, they said, she's going to spin a masterpiece.

When Sophie arrived at that age when a young spider must strike out on her own, she moved to Beekman's Boardinghouse.

The first thing she did was look around. She saw dull green walls, faded rugs, and old window shades. The place cried out for her talents.

Sophie set to work. Her first project was to weave a web of curtains for Beekman's front parlor.

Day after day she whizzed along, blending a golden thread of sun into her silk.

Then one day the landlady noticed her and screamed, "I'll have no spiders in my parlor!" She swatted at Sophie with a dust rag.

Sophie knew when she wasn't wanted. She scampered across the wall and up the stairs into the tugboat captain's closet.

When she finally settled down, she looked around and saw nothing but gray. Gray shirts. Gray pants. Gray sweaters.

The captain needs a new suit, Sophie decided. Something bright. Blue. Like sky.

She began to spin patiently. A sleeve. A collar.

'One day the tugboat captain caught Sophie at work. He screeched, "A spider!"'

Then he climbed onto the windowsill and out onto the roof. Sophie did not want anyone falling off the roof on her account.

She scuttled out of the closet, down the hall, and into the cook's bedroom slipper.

Cook's bedroom slippers were patched and dirty.

I'll spin Cook a new pair, Sophie thought. After I rest a bit.

No sooner had Sophie snuggled into the toe, than she was being flung to the floor. Was it an earthquake? No.

'It was Cook who had shaken Sophie out. "Yuck!" scowled Cook. "Look at that ugly, disgusting spider."'

Sophie's feelings were hurt. With great dignity she journeyed across the rug and under Cook's door.

She made the long, long climb up the steep stairs to the third floor where a young woman lived.

Wearily Sophie slipped into the young woman's knitting basket and fell asleep.

By this time, many spider years had passed. Sophie was older.

She only had enough energy to spin a few small things for herself

…a tiny rose-patterned case for her pillow, eight colorful socks to keep her legs warm. But mostly, she slept.

Then one day the young woman discovered Sophie.

Oh, no, thought Sophie, close to tears. She knew she did not have the strength for any more journeys.

But the young woman did not swat at Sophie with a dust rag. She did not climb on the roof. She did not say that Sophie was ugly. She simply smiled.

And without disturbing Sophie in the least, the young woman picked up her needle and yarn.

Sophie watched as the young woman knitted, day after day.

"Booties!" cried Sophie. The young woman was going to have a baby.

After the booties were finished, the young woman knitted a baby sweater. Then the yarn was gone.

The young woman did not have enough money to buy yarn for a baby blanket.

"Never mind," the landlady told her. "There's an old brown quilt in the hall closet. Your baby can use that."

Sophie had seen that quilt. It was scratchy and drab. Not fit for a baby.

Sophie knew the answer. She would have to spin a blanket herself.

In her younger days, this would not have been a problem. But Sophie had grown frail and weak.

The baby was due any day. Could Sophie complete the blanket in time?

She climbed out of the yarn basket. She traveled to the wide windowsill. Strands of moonlight fell into the room.

Excellent! She thought. I'll weave these strands into the baby's blanket. Some starlight, too.

Sophie began. As she spun, new ideas came to her.

She worked them into the blanket . . .  snippets of fragrant pine  . . . wisps of night  . . . old lullabies  . . . playful snowflakes . . .

Sophie spun without blinking. Or eating. Or sleeping. She was never more exhausted. Or determined. On and on she spun.

She was down to the farthest corner of the blanket when she heard the cry of the young woman's newborn baby.

And there, on that farthest corner, is where Sophie wove into the blanket her very own heart.

That night as the young woman was about to cover her infant with the landlady's quilt, something on the windowsill caught her eye.

It was a blanket, so soft, so beautiful as to be fit for a prince. The young woman knew this was no ordinary blanket.

She placed it with love and wonderment around her sleeping baby. And went to sleep herself with her hand upon the little spider's last spinning.

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CCHパウンダーが読んだソフィーの名作 (Sophie's Masterpiece read by CCH Pounder)

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