Fundvogel

Then came the time when the long cucumbers grew on the manure pile. She ate them passionately and greedily. One summer morning she was out for hours riding through the fields, came back in the burning heat of the sun for her noon meal. She was so thirsty her tongue was hanging out of her [...]

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This was the year Kotts suddenly appeared. He stayed for almost four years at Woyland. Kotts was a spirit and it was lucky that he was only active during the day and slept nights otherwise Katherine would have been long gone from Woyland. She suffered the most from him.
One beautiful day Katherine was washing Funvogel’s [...]

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That night he dreamed that his bedroom door opened. No, no, it wasn’t a dream. The door creaked so loudly that it woke him up. He raised his head, looked around, the light of the full moon shone through the huge window. The door really was open; the little girl came in. She looked dreadfully [...]

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Or else they played Piff-Paff-Poultrie. She caught onto the game easily the first time they played.
“Good day Uncle Lecketeller,” said the youth with a deep bow. “I am Piff-Paff-Poultrie. Can I marry your daughter?”
“Thank you very much, Piff-Paff-Poultrie,” answered Fundvogel very seriously. If mother Schmutzeschuh, brother Huschefusch, sister Käsebraut and the pretty Katrina herself all [...]

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Once on a late summer afternoon she was sleeping under the willows near a dark gloomy brook that her geese were swimming in. The old gander was keeping watch, she called him Philipp. He was her good friend and she shared her noon bread with him.
She awoke frightened when a hot breath hit her in [...]

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Oh yes, Castle Woyland! Once it was a gloomy stronghold with a moat around it deep in the dark wild forests. There was a drawbridge and a mighty gate that had once held many family crests upon it. They were the old families and when they died out another family member, another next of kin [...]

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Chapter Two
Of Geese, Spirits, and Leeches
It is the colored fool that
Gaily poaches game in Fairytales
Wild Fairytales also portray
How he opens the little box,
Takes the glittering magic dust,
Sprinkles it around, and how
Children easily make gold
Out of nothing.
-Gottfried von Strassburg
Andrea Woyland lived very much alone during this time. At dusk she would go running in [...]

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Andrea Woyland found the flowers in her room when she came back to the hotel late that evening. After her visit to Central Trust bank she had gone to Columbus Circle, then wanted to go past the park on her way back to the Plaza so she walked down 59th Street.
She still felt restless and [...]

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At last the youth was finished. There was not much left over.
He pulled himself together, said quickly; “I have spoken with your father today, very seriously about you and me, about the two of us.”
She didn’t answer.
“Gwinnie, didn’t you hear?” He cried. “Would you put that dumb photo away!”
“The way she walks,” thought Gwinnie, “and [...]

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Tex Durham had nothing to laugh about that afternoon at Central Trust. He was not allowed one minute of peace. It was five o-clock before Briscoe released him.
It was completely clear what he had to do. He certainly didn’t understand Briscoe’s motive; there had been no time to think about it. But he understood very [...]

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