THIS STORY REMINDS ME
OF MY BROTHER PETE
Eary one morning, Peter opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow next to his house. The first friend he met was a little bird sitting on the branch of the big tree. The bird was chirping away happily, "All is quiet, All is quiet....." Soon a duck came waddling by she was glad that Peter had forgotten to close the gate. Now she could take a nice swim in the deep pond that was in the middle of the meadow. Seeing the duck, the little bird flew down next to her on the grass. "What kind of a bird are you if you can't fly," said the bird. To this the duck replied "What kind of a bird are you if you can't swim?" Then she dove into the pond. They argued and argued.The duck swimming in the pond and the little bird hopping after her along the shore. Suddenly, something caught Peter's attention. It was a cat sneaking through the grass. The cat thought; While the bird is busy arguing with the duck,I'll just grab him. "Look out!" shouted Peter to the bird and he immediately flew up into the tree. While the duck swam as fast as she could to the middle of the pond where the cat couldn't touch her. And she quacked at the cat with all her might. But the cat was more interested in the bird. So she walked round the tree and thought "Is it worth climbing up so high? By the time I got there the bird will have flown away." While Peter was watching the cat, he suddenly saw his grandfather standing at the opened gate. His grandfather was very angry because Peter had gone out in a meadow. This is the dangerous place, he grumbled. "If a wolf should come out of the forest, then what would you do?" But Peter payed no attention to his grandfather's words. Because boys like Peter aren't afraid of wolves. But his grandfather took Peter by the hand, led him home and locked the gate. No sooner had Peter gone,when a big grey wolf did come out of the forest. In a flash the cat climbed up the tree. The duck was quacking louder than before, and in her excitment she jumped out of the pond. But no matter how fast the duck tried to waddle away, she couldn't escape the wolf. He was getting nearer and nearer, catching up with her then he got her and with one gulp he swallowed her. And now this is the situation the cat was sitting on one branch of the big tree ..... and the bird on another, which was not too close to the cat. And the wolf, still famished, was walking round and round the tree looking at them with hungry eyes.In the meantime: Peter, without the slightest fear, stood behind the closed gate watching everything that was going on. Suddenly he got a brilliant idea. He ran home and found a strong rope. Then he climbed up the high stone wall that seperates his house from the meadow. The big tree in the meadow was so big that one of its branches streched out over the wall. So Peter grabbed the branch and swung himself easily over on to the tree right next to the bird. "Listen" he wispered to the bird. "Fly down and circle round the wolf's head, but only be careful that he doesn't catch you." The bird came so closed to the wolf's head that he almost brushed it with his wings while the wolf snapped in every direction. How the bird did worry about the wolf! And how the wolf wanted to catch the bird! But the bird was clever enough so that the wolf simply couldn't do anything about it. Meanwhile, Peter made a lasso and he carefully let it down and down, untill he caught the wolf by the tail and pulled it with all his might. The moment the wolf felt his tail was caught in the lasso, he began to jump wildly trying to get loose. But Peter tied the other end of rope to the branch, and the wolf's jumping only made the rope round his tail tighter. Just then, Peter saw some hunters coming out of the woods. They followed the wolf's trail and shot as they went. But Peter sitting in the tree shouted to the hunters. "Don't shoot! The bird and I have already caught the wolf. Now help us take him to the zoo." So now you can just imagine the victory parade. Peter is of course in the lead. And following Peter, the hunters leading the wolf. And winding up the whole parade, grandfather and the cat. Grandfather tossed his head discontentedly. "Well", he said, "and if Peter hadn't caught the wolf? What's then?" Above them flew the little bird chirping merrily. "My,what brave fellows we are, Peter and I! Look what we have caught!" And if you listen very carefully, you can hear the duck quacking very softly inside the wolf,of course. Because the wolf, in his excitment and hurry, had swallowed her alive. |