Wake Up Kitty

(for the original English version see underneath the picture! This is my entry at a 5-minute-weekend-freewrite at #Steemit). Dit #turbosprookje over een #krijger en een #hagedis is een #vertaling van mijn Engelse versie op #Steemit, een #vrijschrijven van 5 minuten met 11 steekwoorden. De Engelse versie staat onder de Nederlandse. Ik ben een #mobieleblogger en op Steemit is dat heel normaal er zijn minstens 2 apps die het makkelijk maken.   Uit het niets kwam hij de kleine krijger. Hij probeerde in het hol van een hagedis te kruipen, maar het deed hem geen goed. Hoewel hij niet zo groot was paste hij er domweg niet in. Een splinter stak in zijn nek. Hij probeerde er wat kruiden op te doen, kauwde er ook op, maar het hielp niet echt. De hagedis, die zich dood verveelde, begon hem te slaan met een stuk hout en trapte hem in zijn maag. Een huis delen met een zogenaamde krijger was niet zijn idee van grappig zijn. Hij wilde een vrolijk huis, niet een da...

The more tales you read the more similarity you will find. I read a lot of tales and still am. It's a pity that also the fairy tales change. They are told much shorter, with less details nowadays. The German brothers Grimm wrote down over 200 fairy tales. One of them is:  One-eye, Two-eyes and Three-eyes. I liked it as I was about 7-8 years old. Mostly because I was fascinated because of the eyes. Imagine you have only 1 eye in the centre of your face or 3 eyes... all people stare at you.. and the only place you are save is at home! The meaning of this story (is there a lesson to learn?) is unclear to me. Who knows you can open my eyes. One-eye, Two-eyes and Three-eyes Once there was a woman who had three daughters, the eldest was called One-eye, because she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead, the second was called Two-eyes, because she had two eyes like other people and the youngest was called Three-eyes, because she had three eyes and her third eye was...

To those who have a lack of time, love to read fairy tales, this turbo tale is for you (voor Nederlands  zie hier ). Seven. Seven goats. Left home alone. Seven times bad luck. Mom's gone such a shame. The house is a big mess. Who made the anonymous phonecall to CPS? There is not even a piece of bread. One goat locked in the clock like a dog. Mr. Wolf appears, mom gets home the seven are... gone. The poem above is called an e.d.i.t. The turbo tale is based on my fairy tale: "The wolf and the seven..." (there is only a Dutch versi on). Note:  Mr. Wolf is an employee for CPS, finds the goats home alone. Mama goat left (she is out, wants some me-time as well). Back home she f ound her house empty.

As you can read in the next story it isn't that bad to be a Kitty. And... it is a smart thing to do what Kitty tells you to! The feather King Once there was a couple working on the land. They had their baby with them. It was laying in a swing made of some diapers. Suddenly a cat appeared and stole the baby. The cat was taking good care of the child. She brought it herbs, carrots and strawberries. The child was a boy. As he grew up the cat said: you have to marry the King's daughter. How can I, the young man said, I am naked! The cat blew a whistle, birds showed up from all around and she took from each one a feather. Out of the feathers she made a suit and gave it to him. She took him to the animals and said: these animals will follow you when you visit the King. Tell the king they are a presents given by the Feather King. So did the young man. The King was surprised and thought: what a rich King must that be. Next day the cat told him to visit, with anima...