
Perhaps one of the greatest stories of personal angst and the triumph over one's own demons can be found in the masterpiece of american cinema titled
The Karate Kid. I have - with no shame - seen this film more times than I could dream of calculating. There is no doubt that I owe much of who I am today to the mystic wisdom of the tiny man known as Miyagi. Imagine my joy when uncovering this treasure from
the secret cavern of read-along. It is part one of the story which has been given the name "
The Empty Hand". Prepare to be dazzled as a couple of possibly australian kids and a handful of presumed inebriated adults awkwardly interpret the first half of this great tale through the lost art of read-along story telling.