Post by Siegfried de Strasbourg(D) on Apr 3, 2007 7:56:07 GMT -5
It was a cold night, and they were calling. “Siegfried! Siegfried!” I heard my name being called, and when I called back “Hier, hier, ich bin hier!”, the wind muffled my voice and all that they heard was the void.
I wanted my Muttie, her soft blond hair, her warm smile. I even wanted my Vattie, even though he would probably flog me for wandering so far. I screamed and cried, but the wind wouldn’t stop covering my voice, and I felt my tears freeze on my cheeks.
I started calling him out. “Naistor! Louanna ! I’m sorry!” This was impossible. It was too cold, too dark, and the Tsingani would never come back for me. Why did they punish me? I only wanted to know more about Louanna, and how she was made.
I needed to get away. I started to climb down the cliff where Naistor had left me. It was cold. I shivered as I went down the cliff, and my hands were burnt as they hung on to the icy edge. My tears were warm as they strode down my face, but they cooled too fast to be any relief. I screamed for help “Hilfe ! Bitte hilfe!!!” But no one answered.
I was on a prairie. The wind was still blowing and cursing at me, and the moon shone kindly to show me the way. How long had I been walking? I could not know. In the distance, I saw some lights. I ran, calling out “Mama! Baba!” I stumbled and the world went blank.
Something or someone was lifting me. I opened my eyes. Looking at me, were the green, blood injected eyes of a very big, very hairy and scary man. I stared back. A voice sprang from the side. “What shall we do with this one? Roast him, or let him stew slowly?”
I turned around and saw another huge, black-eyed man. The man with the green eyes turned my face back towards him. “What do you think, little pig? Shall we roast you or stew you?” My eyes widened. I looked back into his eyes and said “My muttie makes wonderful Pork Roast, but her stew is terrible.” The green eyed man bellowed a huge laughter and made a gesture. Someone set me down on my two feet. With a twinkle of interest in his eye, he said “maybe we can eat you later.” I stumbled to my feet and again the night closed out on me.
I was in a cave. Someone threw a piece of meat at me and I scrambled to eat it like a dog. There was a fire but I did not sleep near it. I shuddered in my sleep and cried out “Mutter, mutter, wo bist du?” But no one answered.
Spring came. I picked up a nest and cracked the eggs open. I looked up at Karlo. “Little birds come out of these,” I said. He laughed again and gave me a chicken leg which I ate gratefully.
I wanted my Muttie, her soft blond hair, her warm smile. I even wanted my Vattie, even though he would probably flog me for wandering so far. I screamed and cried, but the wind wouldn’t stop covering my voice, and I felt my tears freeze on my cheeks.
I started calling him out. “Naistor! Louanna ! I’m sorry!” This was impossible. It was too cold, too dark, and the Tsingani would never come back for me. Why did they punish me? I only wanted to know more about Louanna, and how she was made.
I needed to get away. I started to climb down the cliff where Naistor had left me. It was cold. I shivered as I went down the cliff, and my hands were burnt as they hung on to the icy edge. My tears were warm as they strode down my face, but they cooled too fast to be any relief. I screamed for help “Hilfe ! Bitte hilfe!!!” But no one answered.
I was on a prairie. The wind was still blowing and cursing at me, and the moon shone kindly to show me the way. How long had I been walking? I could not know. In the distance, I saw some lights. I ran, calling out “Mama! Baba!” I stumbled and the world went blank.
Something or someone was lifting me. I opened my eyes. Looking at me, were the green, blood injected eyes of a very big, very hairy and scary man. I stared back. A voice sprang from the side. “What shall we do with this one? Roast him, or let him stew slowly?”
I turned around and saw another huge, black-eyed man. The man with the green eyes turned my face back towards him. “What do you think, little pig? Shall we roast you or stew you?” My eyes widened. I looked back into his eyes and said “My muttie makes wonderful Pork Roast, but her stew is terrible.” The green eyed man bellowed a huge laughter and made a gesture. Someone set me down on my two feet. With a twinkle of interest in his eye, he said “maybe we can eat you later.” I stumbled to my feet and again the night closed out on me.
I was in a cave. Someone threw a piece of meat at me and I scrambled to eat it like a dog. There was a fire but I did not sleep near it. I shuddered in my sleep and cried out “Mutter, mutter, wo bist du?” But no one answered.
Spring came. I picked up a nest and cracked the eggs open. I looked up at Karlo. “Little birds come out of these,” I said. He laughed again and gave me a chicken leg which I ate gratefully.