We need again the "fabulierenden storytelling".
The sometimes sweeping clarity, continuation of the image in my head.
Especially for our children, but not only.
Certainly also a certain loquacity of the type that always keeps its thread to add all the side stories to the whole white.
Can only an old, but still spry little woman, the wedge of apple in the bowl in her lap, Schälmesserchen in the nodular rights over their blue and white apron, back the slightly thinning hair in the frost on the wooden bench at the raw tables that only an earthen jug water sheet, carving for carving, the cheerful Klaus and his cheeky cousin, those süßmosts, the peasant bread not gently, tell a story about the other strange story, of how it was when dragons and dragon-slayer and wondrous monster still in this world of real heroes were defeated, and not only in thought before any screens where as Grandma has long since mitgekriegt nor the lummeligste hero all the time again gets a new meaningless life, while in the Time of real heroes with real forged from real Meisterschmeiden swords only the noblest of noble warriors by a special dispensation - and rarest! - Again escaped, they exercise, strength, skill, alertness, caution, speed and lists are not allowed, alswelcherhülfs a dragon that already Piedmont, Lombardy half, had themselves devastated parts of Veneto, to defeat, at best, perhaps, or that the hero, seriously injured, the worm, this hopefully hit todsiechmachend, once it comes to heal his wounds, he returned, having covered the vague stab him then to properly perform perhaps for the last time, this together with the worm on the dusty exits the cave at a hot August afternoon in his blood prostrate sinking ... -? -.
"What are you watching this? What do you think well why there are no more dragons? "
"No, Grandma, but you will certainly say the same."
"Simply because it has at that time been real heroes who have cut away the real dragon. So you can now play Drachenweghauen on your knees Flingern without you guys can just as happened back then cycling not there. Would the real dragon still there, your knees Flinger would be worthless. They would have you trampled every knee Flinger stables and -zeughäuser and broken and brandabgeblasen that you would have not fallen: but what to do when no one can work around with the sword?
Did you want to throw the deadly worms about with your knees Flingern?
And, who knows, if there is not a worm's left a very terrible worm. Some say it home in a cave in the upper Aosta Valley, others claim to have seen snow tracks in the vicinity of the Gotthard, who point out that he could have crossed the main Alpine ridge to the north.
But yes, oh, yes it teaches you only so little of the nature of the worm.
Have you ever considered why there are dragons? "
"Well then tell me, will you?"
"Well, for whom as well?"
"For us?"
"Yes, for you also. But for whom above all else? "
"Say it, Grandma, say it!"
"Well, for the heroes of course! What is a hero without a dragon? Will you renounce to about heroes? Do you not think that we should and should not those a few dragons, so that when it is very bad, even wegsiegen other evil? But, no matter, you see that all these knee Flinger games only imitate, which is much older? How good are your dragon against real (as the grandmother cuts easily into the left thumb, but only peripherally)? "
"Grandma, there are no heroes?"
"Children, now is the bowl court 'hero's always too little, especially those which are good in bed when the next day exploits are to do."
(It took then a little more, but the kids were in bed at some point.)
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Tags: dragon , dragons Taler , Fabulierendes telling , heroes , heroism , knee Flinger
