Tell the Tale

“Grandma, can you pleeeeeeease tell us a story?” begged Jana-Lee, sitting with the other children on the thick rug by the hearth where Old Gwen sat in a sagging armchair.
“Oh, alright.” Gwen sighed with a slight smile. “Which one would you like?”
“Marooned on Tuhua!” they chimed in unison, beaming up with their most imploring smiles.
“Honestly, you must be bored of that one by now?” the old woman chuckled, the firelight playing over her creased face.
“No we’re not!” exclaimed Caleb.
“Please? Pretty please?” asked six year old Angela, gazing up at her with big blue eyes.
“Well…” said Gwen, tilting her head to one side and rubbing her chin. “Seeing as you said please… Why not just once more?”
After exchanging triumphant smiles, the children leant in as Old Gwen began to weave her tale.
“This, my dears, is the tale of Tuhua…”