Väike poiss, kel silmad suured
Hõikas, ema kas sa kuuled
Tsirkus saabunud on linna
Õudsalt tahaks sinna minna
Kuuldavasti saab seal näha
Mida kondiväänaja võib teha
Kuigi tunduda võib tobe
Seal on naine kellel habe
Seal näeb tiigrit, lõvi, karu
Etendus on raudselt maru
Ema vaikis hetke, mõtles
Tundus, et ta veidi kõhkles
Kuid siis ütles, armas poja
Tuba korda vaja teha
Kui on korras, siis võid minna
Tsirkust vaatama sa linna
Huntide ja laste sõber
ujub mööda jäätund jõge
Kallid silmad, pilveudu,
härmas muru, soojad käed.
Siis kui hoida kuuga ühte
mõnda asja selgelt näed.
Uisukriimud, sallid lõdvalt,
Üks pluss üks on kokku palju?
Sada? Tuhat? Miljon must?
Täna tean, kuid homme juba. . .
homme hoopis teised lood.
Kuu on kadund. Haugil mälu
seitse sekundit ja pool.
12 lampi klassi laes
Kord neid hämmeldunult kaes
Väike poiss, kel hambaid suus
Oli tollal kõigest kuus
Suu tal lahti, silmad suured
Veidi pudrused ta huuled
Uuris lambiridu pikke
Valgeid kaste klassi laes
Väike poiss neid vaikselt kaes
Kaes ning mõtles omaette
See on raudselt silmapete
Selles ruumis 12 väikest
Valgust andvat sooja päikest
Everybody knows the fairy tale about Hans and Gretel, but not everyone likes it.
After the story had spread among people (after publishing it! :)), the poor witches who had gingerbread houses lost their „job“, because from then on people were more careful and didn’t come near their houses anymore. The witches were sad. They had worked so hard. Their gingerbread houses were so beautiful and well-baked and the decorations of the huts tasted delicious. The witches were so annoyed that they even thought of founding a trade union to protect their rights, but nothing helped. Everybody evaded their forest. The witches faced sheer bankruptcy. However, that happened a long time ago. Our story begins here and it is about a descendant of these witches.
Although she had never even tasted baked children, she wanted to revive her predecessors´ business. So...
Once upon a time in a forest where it never snowed there lived a witch. Her name was C. Lumsy. Nobody knew what her first name actually was. The witch knew that people could not always avoid the woods because it was so ridiculously important for them to go mushrooming or picking berries. That was in their nature the witch thought and a wide sneer appeared on her face. But, this cunning smile vanished because some of the hot potion boiled over, right on her bare toes. A little or maybe even a too loud scream chimed all over her house like a church bell. But right after she had stopped jumping and cooled her toes in the cold water (that didn’t like to her cat – extremely mm...black she was – because it was her water bowl!), she started to think again her evil thoughts about how to trap children into her house, so she could make soup of them. (What concerns cooking, she had a really bad taste!) The first thing she needed was to cook such good and nice cookies that nobody could resist and they had to smell so strong and appetizing, so that every child could smell them from far and ran to her house. (But, she really should have bought a cookery book!) By chance, it was Christmas time and what would have been a better idea than baking some nice and brown gingerbread men. She carefully chose the ingredients. C. Lumsy knew very well that it was the most important part of magic cooking. She had to be cautious.
“No! What! “, she thought, „Why should I be careful? I have always been such a talented witch – I was born with a magic stick in my hands!“ Even a tiny doubt in her aptness was insulting. She knew how to make gingerbread. She had some caramel, nutmeg, cinnamon, clove, coriander, margarine, flour and sugar, also eggs (high-quality and fresh crocodile eggs – what could have been better?). She mixed up all the necessary things and there it was – hot and brown gingerbread paste (still boiling). C. Lumsy was fighting with the temptation to taste a little bit, just to gulp down this caldron of paste. No, she shook off that idea well, once she started dreaming of nicely baked children instead of this and she licked her lips. Now, it was time to add some very special ingredients, which would make this mixture irresistible.
„What are the most delicious things to throw in? “ Yes, of course, how could she forget, she had a marvellous collection of frog legs and mouse tails.
„I’m sure, I can find something there,” she mumbled contentedly and hurried to her secret cupboard. Every witch has a hidden place where they keep their most pleasant things (definitely not pleasant for others!). It took her a long time to find the right key. Her hands were already shaking of anxiety when she finally managed to open the door with a nasty creak (again pleasant only for her ears). And there they were – all the dusty frog legs and mouse tails, even a little fly agaric was left from the last time.
„That will only season the paste,” she thought happily and collected all her secret ingredients.
She did not reconsider any longer, took some piece of everything and put them into the kettle. Dark fume headed up and she started coughing. „It is normal, that happens all the time,“ she pacified herself. When the smudge had faded out, she could see that her paste had turned green. But even this did not dispirit her. She thought that that way her gingerbread men would look even more eye-catching.
Then, she started baking. C. Lumsy was really enjoying her work. She was humming when she made shapes of gingerbread paste and started singing when she put them on the baking sheet. Hearing her song, all the birds in the environs had to fly away in horror. She made everything in a good old-fashioned way. She put the gingerbread men into the oven and waited for some minutes. She waited until she could smell them. She opened the oven. But what had happened!? What had happened with her precious gingerbread men!? The little moon had a swelling and the gingerbread boys seemed to have chicken-box. C. Lumsey was feeling giddy and what had happened just didn’t go into her uncombed, messy witch-head. She had never seen something like that.
All the same, she was deeply disappointed. She knew that no child would like to eat gingerbread men with spots. Her plan was in danger. She had to act quickly. But the problem was that gingerbread is gentle and the witch did not dare to use her herbs to make them look better. She knew the only possible way out of this. She had to go to the chemist’s. Actually, she really detested apothecaries. She liked to think of them as real dunces because they did not know the power of the magic words.
But now she had no choice, she had to go to the village and ask for help.
Firstly, she looked into the mirror. Yes, everything was perfect. How else had she won the title of the most beautiful witch at the witches` beauty contest. She was proud of that wart on the top of her nose and her messy hair. C. Lumsy smiled at her image and it smiled warmly back revealing a row of yellow teeth. Yet she was not ready to go. She had to prepare well. She had to be conspicuous! She opened her wardrobe and took a long thorough look. “I have nothing to wear!“ she screamed. „Oh, that’s a new problem,” said her cat ironically. (Actually, her cat wasn’t any exception, because cats do speak. Usually they are just too lazy...). But the witch didn’t pay attention to that remark. She was too busy with herself.
She continued digging in her wardrobe and started to get angry. She tried different pieces of clothing (and hit her head several times!), but everything looked old. She was already giving up, but then she remembered to use her magic stick. In a flash, she was wearing the most glamorous dress you have ever seen. Also, the hat was something special. It was red and wide-brimmed, there were different kinds of fruits on it, and everything was topped with a white mini-yacht in full sail.
This was a little fashion folly, but only the witch did not know that. Once in a while, she looked up her crystal ball and peaked into the future. (Usually she used her crystal ball only to watch the latest soap operas. That was her little weakness. She was anxious to know how Maria would stop Ricardo’s wedding in the next episode). She admired the 17th century and women with false hair and interesting hairstyles. They were used as models for her. That is why she had chosen a hat like this. One more look into the mirror and C. Lumsy considered her extra-trendy. Only one thing: her feet were bare. She had not found suitable shoes. All the shoes she liked were always too tight (or just did not match her dress. But this is the old truth: the shoes and the dress have to match!)
She went outside. Today she was not able to use her broom. It was in the fix-it-shop. While she always flew, not wearing shoes had never been a problem. Today she was a bit worried, but still started to go. And it was a pity that her dress got dusty. Despite everything, she was quite quick on her crooked legs; she still was not used to walking. Soon she had to make a break. She sat on a stump to catch her breath and then saw a man coming. She had never seen such a strange young man. He was quite tall, but his trousers were too short and large for him, so he had to wear suspenders. More remarkable was that he had long and very colourful socks on. As we know, the witch was a very fashionable person.
“Oh, what beautiful socks you have!“ she said admiringly. “Where did you get them?“
„Oh, you mean these?“ the lad was surprised, but all the same he was proud that someone admired his socks. „Well. My granny made them, sometimes she likes to knit and then she gets carried away. That’s why they are so long.“
C. Lumsy listened eagerly. She had to have such socks. Oh, how envious the other witches will be at the next Walpurgis Night. By the way, she could never just lose the opportunity to show off. “Where does your granny live?“ she asked carefully, a little note of impatience in her voice.
„You have to go on along this road, where I just came from. And really...maybe you will meet a wolf, but do not notice him, because...heh,“ he tangled, „he bothers everybody who has got a red hat.“ The lad blushed because he was afraid he had been impolite. But C. Lumcy didn’t heed his uneasiness. She hastened away.
Luckily, she met no wolf. Because wolves just do not fancy witches. They think that among other bad things witches don’t taste very good.
The barbs were hurting C. Lumsy´s bare feet, but she didn’t have to walk for a long time anymore. Soon she noticed smoke heading up behind the trees. And there it was – the granny’s house. It was a tiny house. But you could not tell if anybody had ever coloured it. The entire house was covered with ivy. Because of the plant, the whole house looked like a piece of turf. There were many apple-trees around the house and the grass was overgrown. Nobody had mown it. Some children were running in the grass. They were happy and smiling. They were playing a game. Also, the windows were open and the witch saw an old lady. She was cooking in the kitchen. What awful smell! Yes, she was making gingerbread! The witch saw that some children were holding gingerbread men in their hands and eating them heartily.
„How lovely,“ the witch thought, „now I can kill two birds with one stone – I can get both – the socks and the gingerbread recipe (with granny’s special ingredients!).“ She laughed cruelly and then the children noticed her. They were frightened and ran into the house. „Granny! Granny!“ they shouted.
Granny looked out of the window being a little confused. Then she saw C.Lumsy. She knew who she was and was confounded, but only for a moment. „How can I help you?“ she asked calmly. The witch told what she wished for.
The granny listened to her attentively like she was always listening people. But she hadn’t waited something like this. „I’m sorry, but I make socks only for my grandchildren and as you can see I have many of them. They wear them off quickly and most of my time is spent doing needlework.,” she said (but no, she wasn’t complaining). “I just don’t have time to take any hackwork. And my gingerbread paste is the most ordinary one, there is nothing special about my recipe. I afraid I can’t help you.“ „But maybe you would like to taste some?“ she added after a pause.
„Hmm...No, I wouldn’t,“ grumbled the witch, because she simply couldn’t stand the smell of them. C. Lumsy knew the recipe. She still thought that granny was hiding something from her (some secret ingredient of her own that she does not know). And yes, fairly, there was one thing that the witch didn’t know and one thing that was so obvious that granny did not know to tell her – the work you do should be done with a pure heart and devotion. Only then it can be really good and you can achieve success. It also concerns such little work like making gingerbread cookies. But the witch’s heart was not so pure. She was too selfish and could not understand that.
The witch didn’t say a word more. She turned around and started to go away. She was so angry and wondered which of her curses would be the most effective to use here. „Yeah, good old frog-spell,“ she remembered, „That will do.“ She mumbled some words with an evil look on her face. She wanted to turn all the children into frogs. „Who will eat your gingerbread men then!?“ she thought revengefully. But her effort failed. At first, nothing happened. Suddenly, the sky became dark and it started to thunder. Then some white clouds gathered and instead of rain, it started to snow. In the woods it never snowed! (It was a historical moment!)
Everybody was happy, but not C.Lumsy. She was hot under the collar. She rushed away. Now her bare feet were cold. But she didn’t care of anything. She just had to get to the village and to find the chemist’s shop. En route she didn’t meet anybody. (Somehow, they all tried to be as far away as they could if an angry witch was coming! At least animals have a sixth sense in it.) She found the village. „A piece of cake!” she thought, „Finally it will be a success!” There was only one thing that bothered her, she didn’t receive any compliments on her way to the chemist’s shop, yet she had so beautiful dress and a hat. People only stared her or laughed at her. Silly people! What they know about fashion!
She rushed in. The tintinnabula was tinkling as always, when a customer entered.
But, the shop was empty. The witch had planned to give vent to her feelings, but now she was just standing there with puzzlement. Then she heard something rustling and became attentive. She saw that something was moving behind the counter. C.Lumsy made some very quiet and careful steps to see what it was there. Then it hopped out from behind the counter. The witch blenched back, but noticed – it was just the apothecary.
„Oh, I’m sorry,” he said and pulled a piece of batting out of his ears, „I must have not heard the bell, I am suffering from otitis!“ He smiled his wide-open smile and his moustaches arose a bit. He had a white pinafore on as all apothecaries usually wear. Also, there was some silver in his hair.
„How can I help you?” he asked in a friendly way. C. Lumsy told him what she needed. She told all about the gingerbread. She was so tired of everything and forgot that she does not like apothecaries. The man listened to her. At first, he was surprised, but then smiled. Nothing could astonish him too much, he had seen much in his life. Even gingerbread with chicken-box was not something too unpredictable for him. The witch finished her story with a relief. She had made a clean breast.
Then the apothecary said, „I wish I could help you, but I haven’t heard anything about the gingerbread that has chicken-box. Maybe it would help if you would make some tea for them. But I’m not very sure about it,“ he said. „But“, he smiled again cunningly, „I have something that may interest you. You said you have never tasted baked children, but I have a cake.“
The witch was pleasantly surprised. At last – one reasonable person! „Of course, I’d like,“ she said flatteredly chuckling.
Actually, there was no such cake, there was only an ordinary apple pie, but again our poor witch didn’t know that. She instantly grabbed a big slice from the tray and bit it with gusto. Then she gulped and stopped. She felt disgusted. For a moment, she was fighting with this bite, but she just could not swallow and threw everything up.
„Yes, I know, everybody just doesn’t like it,“ said the apothecary, thoughtfully munching his second slice of cake.
The witch was speechless and felt helpless. There was nothing to believe in and she had enough of this story. Also, she was hungry. She was so disappointed. If children (the most praised dish among the witches!) taste so badly, then there is no difference if she eats vegetables or children. And there is never so much trouble if you want to get some vegetables. From now on the witch decided to become a vegetarian! This was her protest against the world! She left the chemist’s shop. The apothecary had saved the day. And they all lived happily ever after (but don’t know so much about the witch).