The beauty and the beast
By Claudia Hildebrandt on Jul 29, 2008
Today, I tell you a story about the beauty and the beast, and this story is true.
Guess who's the beauty - - - - - that was easy, wasn't it. I have to admit, it's me.
Here is the story:
Once upon a time there was a cute little dog. He was of good nature and gently and never would harm anyone.
Early one morning, he opened the gate and walked out down the street to the channel.
On a branch of a big tree sat a little bird, the cute little dog's friend. "All is quiet" chirped the bird happily.
Just then a duck came waddling round. She was glad that the cute little dog wouldn't harm her and decided to take a nice swim in the channel.
Seeing the duck, the little bird flew down upon on the grass, settled next to her and shrugged his shoulders. "What kind of bird are you if you can't fly?" said he. To this the duck replied "What kind of bird are you if you can't swim?" and dived into the channel.
They argued and argued, the duck swimming in the channel and the little bird hopping along the shore.
Suddenly, something caught the cute little dog's attention. He noticed a cat crawling through the grass.
The cat thought; "That little bird is busy arguing, I'll just grab him." Stealthily, the cat crept towards him on her paws as big as a plate extending five large knives reflecting the sunlight.
"Look out!" shouted the cute little dog and the bird immediately flew up into the tree, while the cute little dog barked angrily at the cat. The cat ran around the tree screaming, "Help! Help! It is worth climbing up so high. I need to get there else the cute little dog will catch me and eat me up."
"This is not your story", Jette, my sister, yawns. "This is the story of Peter and the wolf."
-"No, it is not, it just sounds similiar. Shut up and leave me alone" I answer back. Jette always thinks she is so smart - that sucks.
-"It is not !", Jette now stands up, and licks her hind leg wounds. "The truth is, you ran after the cat and yelled: Go! Attack! Gotcha, gotcha - when the cat stopped and turned around hissing. And you immediately took flight in panic and screamed: Not me, not me, please don't eat me! - your tail between your hind legs killing softly your belly."
"You think you are so smart, don't you."
"Well, obviously I am as smart as you are a coward. Didn't you abandoned me today when the beast bit me in the hind leg?!".
I must admit that I was really afraid today. That dog was really bitchy.
-"But I cheered for dad when he fought with the beast and I give you encouragement to keep up." I try to defend myself.
-"You did your best. Give me your tasty bone, I accept your excuse."
Now you know who is the beast.