Journey with Story - A Storytelling Podcast for Kids
Oct 1, 2026 · 12 min · 9 segments
Two short tales from the Greek myths that explain the origin of our word echo and introduces us to the Greek nymph, Syrinx. From the D'Aulaires book of Greek Myths for children. An episode from…
She was a happy nymph who chattered and prattled all day long and never kept quiet long enough for Pan to win her with music and poetry.
She suspected that he was playing with the nymphs, but Echo detained her so long with idle chatter that Zeus, who really was there, was able to sneak her away.
Now, at last, Pan thought he could win her by his words, but before he had a chance, she had lost her heart to another.
He was Narcissus, and he was so handsome that every girl and every nymph he met fell in love with him.
At last, toward nightfall, they came to a quiet pool, and as Narcissus was thirsty, he bent down to drink.
Suddenly, he stopped and stared, for in the mirroring surface of the water, he saw the handsomest face he had ever seen.
She stood behind him, happy to be able to speak to him at last, but Narcissus neither saw nor heard her.
He did not know that it was his own image that he had fallen in love with, and he sat smiling at himself, forgetting to eat, forgetting to drink, until he wasted away and died Hermes came and led him down to the realm of the dead.
Nothing was left of Echo but her voice, which to this day can be heard senselessly repeating the words of others.
She was a happy nymph who chattered and prattled all day long and never kept quiet long enough for Pan to win her with music and poetry.
She suspected that he was playing with the nymphs, but Echo detained her so long with idle chatter that Zeus, who really was there, was able to sneak her away.
Now, at last, Pan thought he could win her by his words, but before he had a chance, she had lost her heart to another.
He was Narcissus, and he was so handsome that every girl and every nymph he met fell in love with him.
At last, toward nightfall, they came to a quiet pool, and as Narcissus was thirsty, he bent down to drink.
Suddenly, he stopped and stared, for in the mirroring surface of the water, he saw the handsomest face he had ever seen.
She stood behind him, happy to be able to speak to him at last, but Narcissus neither saw nor heard her.
He did not know that it was his own image that he had fallen in love with, and he sat smiling at himself, forgetting to eat, forgetting to drink, until he wasted away and died Hermes came and led him down to the realm of the dead.
Nothing was left of Echo but her voice, which to this day can be heard senselessly repeating the words of others.
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