for the nation 2020 needs you An uplifting project for children
be inspired, create something and contribute
This original story (below) was written by Chris Brock whilst camping in a rain storm.
It hopes to inspire your imagination and ignite your spirit with potential. The story is aimed at 4-10 year olds but should be read and enjoyed by everyone
Your creative contributions can be:
images, texts, poems, written works, photographs,
drawings or any other formats and then emailed to: storyforthenation AT yahoo.com
*A prize to the
value of £10 (gift voucher) will be sent to my favorite
3 contributions selected at end of project *All successful
contributors will be notified and your work(s) will be placed
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First read the story (below) or listen to the story (above), then:
You may have many different responses
Do you like drawing
or writing or making a collage? Where are all those coloured pencils and crayons!
How do you experience or interpret the story?
What did you enjoy?
To stimulate a creative response to the story, you might like to consider..
What does Rainbow Brella
Man actually look like?
Where did he come from?
Where does he go?
How did he make you feel?
What do the people at the festival look like, happy or sad
What does Mrs Popples look like? she wanted to cheer everyone
Is she a generous person?
Did her idea for a party actually have wheels?
What do other people in the story look like and what are they doing?
What does a wonderful garden party look like and what happens
What happens when the rainstorm comes? (some people put cakes on their head!)
How big can Rainbow Brella Mans, umbrella be?
How can we uplift other spirits?
What uplifts your spirit?
perhaps you would enjoy reading the story to others?
Has this story inspired you to write your own imaginative
Focusing on the different events in the story could inspire
a drawing session, some writing or poetry, or other creative
It could help you to consider how to deal with the good
or bad things that may happen in life.
It may encourage you to have a dialogue with others about how to deal with different situations that happen.
Just some ideas, but you
are free and welcome to your own unique responses to the
Please share with others, better still, read it to them :-)
In the town of Little Bottlesworth many people
had become depressed.
They had listened every evening to the six oclock BBC news
and slowly people felt the world was full of bad people
doing bad things and nothing ever seemed to change.
People stayed in doors and some preferred to be alone because
when people did meet with others all they ever talked about
was the news!
It was a sad state of affairs.
Only some people had heard of RainbowBrellaMan, few believed
in him, and even fewer had seen him. Some never believed
he existed and just turned their noses up at the possibility,
they just laughed and smirked when they heard his name.
Recently however, stories were being told of his presence
and tales of what had happened when he appeared, some unbelieveable.
Incredibly these stories told how lives had been instantly
changed and happiness had spread wherever and whenever he
Some, who had never ever got out of their seats to dance
or move their bodies, now found themselves dancing joyfully
in the streets.
Who was this man?
If only he would come to Little Bottlesworth thought Local
villager, Mrs Popple. She believed stories about RainbowBrellaMan,
and whilst she had never ever seen him she hoped and believed
one day she would.
One day when Mrs Popple was hanging out her washing an idea
popped into her head to cheer up all the depressed people
in the town. “I will have a party in my garden and
invite everyone” and because she had a very very very
large garden, it seemed her idea had wheels!
Posters got put up and word got around of Mrs Popples summer
She baked lots of tasty cakes and put up some tents
for people to stay in and prepared a large barbeque. She
invited all to camp for the night and encouraged people
to sing and play music.
“Well, if im going to do it, then im going to do it
properly” she thought.She hoped all the different
people from the town would come and enjoy together, and
hoped all would leave with their spirits lifted.
There was Harry Brown who rarely came out and was known
as not very happy harry, but aparently he used to be an
There was Mrs Bright, who always seemed to look down at
the floor even when the sun was shining.
There was Julie and Mike and there two children, and they
never looked that happy and seemed to argue in the shopping
centre quite a lot.
Well, really there was lots of people Mrs Popple really
hoped would come.
When all was set and the great garden had been transformed
into a beautiful and welcoming plot, everyone who had heard
of the party felt a tinge of excitement and optimism about
the special day.
Word had got around and Mrs Popples sat in her armchair
the night before the big day and just thought, ‘Well
Ive done all I can and now Im really looking forward to
seeing everyones faces light up’ just like all the
brightly coloured lights she had put up and down and round
and round her pretty garden.
On the day, as the sounds of the barrel organ animated everyones
ears people began to arrive, one by one, two by two and
sometimes three by three or even more. Tents were put up
and candyfloss and the spicy smells of barbeques filled
Everyone came, even Harry Brown found a place to sit on
Just as the atmosphere of people became as loud and vibrant
as the barrel organ and the sizzling barbeque, there was
a huge crash and bang and flash and the sound of everyone
went almost silent in an instant.
A few people pointed upwards, and even Mrs Bright looked
up from her seat and spilt her tea and started crying. And
the rain fell, gushing, in torrents like there had never
been rain before.
The rain was cold and the flashes of lightning scared the
children, and the clouds were dark grey and the thunder
rumbled in everyones tummy.
Mrs Popples once smiley face, had dropped, the barbeque
had started smoking and she became wet through with the
rain. And as she looked about her people were sopping wet
and huddling together covering their heads with cakes and
bags and anything they could find.
The rain fell like a winter waterfall upon everyone.
Mrs Popples felt depressed and started to cry, not that
anyone could see this amongst the rain.
But then, she heard a voice “Look, whos that?”
with the sound of a crashing cymbal, and out of the plumes
of barbeque smoke, a figure had walked into the centre of
the field, a very tall, slim man with a suit and tie and
a walked with a hop and a skip and a little jump.
Mrs Popples rubbed the gushing water from her eyes and all
she could hear was ‘look, look, look’ as people
gazed towards the strange dancing man.
And this curious fiqure stood tall and seemed to grow, and
this huge tent like stick seemed to rise up from his long
hands and went up and up and up and up and up, over and
above and up and up high up above his head, higher than
all the trees and up above the whole field.
And in a flash of bright sparkly coloured lights and a very
pleasant pop corn popping sound the most amazing and beautiful
umbrella sprang out.
Its coloured folds unrolled and unraveled, bright and flourescent
and shimmering, up above and over everyone. As everybody
looked up at the most enormous umbrella they had ever seen,
it filled the sky and stopped the rain.
People gazed from the umbrella to the man and back to the
umbrella with their mouths open.
In the amazed quietness of the moment, a gentle and slightly
giggling man hopped and jiggled and spoke.
‘Hello all, I'm RainbowBrellaMan, theres no time
to get upset by rain you can all have a wondeful day whatever”
Mrs Popples giggled outloud in disbelief, not very happy
harry started laughing and Mrs Bright had her hand outstretched
and was walking towards him and now trying to shake RainbowBrellaMan's hand.
The silent people began to laugh and joke in amazement at
this curious figure who was hopping on one leg and jiggling
about as up above his wonderful umbrella the rain and lightning
crashed and banged.
But this time the lightning just made all the umbrellas colours
even brighter like a disco lights, flashing and all torrents
of water flowed calmly off the umbrella and into the river
The whole garden party was covered by the most amazing umbrella,
just like an enormous festival tent and RainbowBrellaMan
just jiggled and hopped and shaked everyones hand as they
came near him.
Those that spoke to him or shook his hand felt immediately
The barrel organ began rolling new songs and the sounds
of corks started popping, and children were running around
like cats and dogs with the cats and dogs.
Mrs Popples was dancing with a morris dancer and not so
happy harry was laughing and dancing on his own amongst
the flower bed.
Mrs Popples was so happy that all the people were happy
and even more than that was knowing that her belief in RainbowBrellaMan
had really come true.
Eveyone now believed in and danced and sang with RainbowBrellaMan whose umbrella twirled and twirled round and round all
night into the very early hours when eveyone left and fell
asleep in Mrs Popples garden.
And then quietly RainbowBrellaMan's umbrella slowly folded
itself back into his walking stick and he left quietly from
the sounds of snoring and giggling in the garden, and on
to his next unknown appearance.
If you ever find yourself in any difficult situation, just
remember to ask yourself, what would RainbowBrellaMan do?