A Story

                                                                                           – Thomas, Dylan (Marlais) (1940-1953)

A Story, written by Dylan Thomas, is a narrative story in which a child is the narrator. It humorously presents the adult’s world from the perspective of a boy. The story is about a day’s outing to porthcawl by charabanc (old motor coach).The boy, narrator, used to live with his uncle and his wife when he was so high and much nice as in the child. The uncle was red hairy, noisy and so big like a buffalo, his noise like a sound of dismantling ship and his braces  are straining like steel cables but his wife (aunt) was small and quiet and moved about on padded paws (quickly like a cat).His uncle Thomas had a small shop in front of the house.

One evening, when the boy was reading an advertisement for sheep-dip at his uncle’s shop, three persons came there. At that time he felt that narrow shop would burst. And it was like all being together in a drawer that smelled of cheese and turps and twist tobacco and sweet biscuits and snuff and waistcoat. Uncle and his friends talked about their annual outing. Mr. Benjamin Franklyn had collected enough money for the bus and twenty cases of pale ale (beer) but will sentry had followed him. He could not get privacy at all. When Franklyn was known Bill was keeping an eye on the money he was surprised that they supposed him to be dishonest.

One Sunday evening the boy and his uncle were not allowed to play checkers so they were eating sardines. Mr. Franklyn and will came in with the list of every one paid fully. The uncle checked the list and approved it. When Franklyn and Bill sentry went out, his uncle’s wife said that she would go to her mother questioning to his uncle whether he liked her or the outing. The uncle chose the trip then she hit on his head with china dog lifted on chair her by uncle. After that she was quiet and quick all the day. On the Sunday morning the child found a note on the kitchen wrote by his aunt stating to his uncle that there were some eggs in the in the pantry, take his boots of before he went to bed and she had already left home. Then the uncle told him that it was same every year.

The charabanc drew up outside and the members of outing objected the when his uncle bringing him because he had not paid his contributions. After they were talking about others and forgot the boy. When they crossed out of the village they were found that they had left old O’ Jones. They had to drive back to receive him to village later Jones got on Mr. Weazely wanted to return his home to take his teeth but other said that would not be necessary for Jones.

The Charabanc pulled up outside the mountain sheep near the small pub. The land lord-long lean man- welcomed them as a wolf must have welcomed the sheep. They were gone to the pub and that boy was kept on watching the Charabanc to save from stealing. Forty-five minutes after, A French-onion-seller bicycled down the road and stopped at the door. The boy followed him to get pub. But he could not recognize the member of outing because of they turned red. They were all drunk so they were shouting and arguing. They had drunk the bar dry Mr. Weazley had won string of onion but they were useless without his teeth. Then they left bar. Whenever a public house crossed over, they had to stop because Mr. Weazley would be coughed like a Billy goat because of he was dying of berth. Even the bar was locked; they would drink outside the doors.

On the way there was a river and all they went in to the cool water on to the slippery stones. Some of them were slipped on the stone and his uncle said it was better than Porthcawl. That was being dusk. All thirty members of the outing were drunk and wet. They were taking enjoy without caring the outer realism of the world. They stopped at the Hermit’s Nest for a run to keep out the cold. On the way home, through the moonlight, old O’Jones was cooking supper in the middle of the Charabanc. Mr. Weazley coughed himself blue in the smoke. Then they all chimed down in to the moonlight. They carried out the remaining cases of pale ale and drank with crushed potatoes and sausage sitting down in a circle. At last, the boy began to sleep against his uncle’s mountainous waistcoat but will sentry called out who went there on the moon.

A synopsis of A Story