This story just kept on travelling. It starts out as a tale of a man selling a rather mysterious, apparently magical, rusty little tin in the market… and developes into a story about a princess and how she uses the tin throughout her life.
The story winds up a long way from where it started, with the Princess, now an old woman, finding her fading memories in that same tin. In the end she uses it as a bridge between this world and the next, so that her favourite grandson can feel her presence when he needs her.
I find that last section quite magical, drawing the listener into the mystery of what happens when we die. I’ve made it a “7 to 9 year olds” story, as there might be some 4 year olds out there who haven’t even wondered about such things, and I’d like to leave then to do so in their own good time!
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