Die Geschichte Der Zwillinge

The young man took a deep breath in, and smiled at his family. He was not certain of what this new place had in store for them, but he hoped that they could put all their troubles away and make it their new home. They had packed everything they owned into giant cardboard boxes, hoping that it would all remain intact at the back of the moving truck that the man of the house decided to drive. He did not like the business of trying to contact movers- playing phone tag with them to determine when their belongings would finally arrive at their final destination.

The twins smiled back at their father, and stared at the bags under his eyes. As their solo guardian, he made sure to strap his kids into their seatbelts even as they tried to worm their way out of his firm grasp. For a pair of tiny squirts...they sure were quite strong, as well as determined when they set their minds on something. They had tried to push, even pull with all their might at their father's necktie- close to nearly choking him as they tried to get out of being placed in a safe position. Their father had wiped the beads of sweat that had collected along the top of his shiny, hairless, bald head using a dark navy-blue handkerchief from the front of his matching navy-blue coloured jetted pocket.

As soon as he arrived at the brand spanking freshly renovated house, he unstrapped the little humans and led them into the massive home. The kids mouth opened wide at the sight of the beveled glass that whenever the light hit it at the right angle, it made it seem like there was a reflection of a range of colours of a rainbow across the window.

He yawned, and stretched his arms. It had been such a long day: with setting out a time to hand over the old home to the new owner (who wished him well seeing that he had his hands full), later planning out the best (and fastest) route to use to get to the neck of the woods, and then thinking of how he would manage all by himself (not to mention figuring out who would take care of his children while he was at work).

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of laughter from the two kids. He laughed, too, seeing them bump and maneuver themselves from a section of the stairs to a lower part- like it was a slide.

The evening arrived with a slight drop in the temperature. He rushed to prepare a fast meal for his kids. Checking one of the boxes he had packed and already opened up in the kitchen, he found a box of noodles. He quickly rushed to put the kettle on...not for tea, tea-time had already passed.

The whistling sound of the kettle alerted him that the water was ready. He poured it into three noodle bowls, waited for the noodles to steep for a bit just like tea, and when they were ready he served them.

After their bowl of noodles; he prepared the kids for bed. They jumped right onto the air mattress (that their Dad had remembered to pack). He tucked them into bed. They whined for a couple minutes informing their Dad to read them a bedtime story before they went to dreamland.

He nodded his head. Tossing it back, a story came to mind.

"There was a young man who met a beautiful young lady. He wooed her, and cooed to her near her cottage. All the kingsmen, and other knights were not amused. They did not like seeing the princess with this young dude.

"They gathered together, meeting at the Olde Tea and Spice grand bazaar. One of them informed the others of a fine plan to get rid of the princess' swain. They had conspired with one of the sages who provided them with the ancient spells of ages.

"The young man happened to stop by the bazaar that day. As soon as he walked right into the bazaar, various kinds of powdery substances were tossed onto his body. The powders made him sniff, and as he sneezed his body changed. His eyes bulged like a tomato...his neck swelled with scales forming around them making his entire body look alien.

"With an oink here, and an oink there...everywhere he went the oink sound could be heard. The group of the kingsmen, and knights were proud of their handiwork. They did not tell the princess what happened to her beloved.

"At the stroke of midnight, she fled into the woods and whispered to the trees there. Her cries were heard by two spirits that appeared to her in the form of children.

"She smiled slightly at them before they gave her a hug. They promised to find her sweetheart.

"They traveled near and far. Into the heart of the woods was their final pace to search, inside the depth of the forest mage's hearth. They knocked on the mage's door.

"The mage told them to enter her humble abode. Seeing the familiar faces of the two beings, the mage said, 'Oh...to what do I owe the pleasure of having Hans and Gretah in my presence in the rosy-pink light of dawn.

"Hans and Gretah both asked, 'Where is he?'

"'Where is who?'"

"Hans and Gretah plunged with full force at the mage. The mage scurried into the shadows, with a snicker coming from the void.

"They blew with lots of force at the spot the mage had beetled to. Their breath circled in a forward rush forcing the shadows to reveal the mage. The mage had his back turned, not realizing his body had been revealed.

"Hans and Gretah flicked their fingers and chains sprung out from their palms. They swiveled around the mage.

"They searched the back of the mage's chambers, and found a room that had a smell reminding them of a mix of rotting eggs, spoiled beef/chicken, decaying flesh, and flies buzzed around the tiny room. Hans and Gretah covered their mouths, had they been mortals they felt as if everything in their bellies would have been regurgitated.

"They projected the emotion felt by the princess and linked it with that of the young man's heart. From the corner of the room they heard an oink.

"By the edge of the Black Forest, the two reunited the lovebirds. Their hearts were glad to be back in each other's embrace."

The story had come to an end, and the twins lay asleep on the air mattress. Their gentle snoring made their Dad give a slight chuckle.

He kissed their foreheads and said, "Good night Hansel. Good night Gretel. Do not let the mage loose; that silly goose."

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