Wake Up Kitty

Stories: Over een gebroken krijger De verhalen "Over een #krijger" is een serie korte #verhalen waarvan de Engelse versie meedoet aan het dagelijkse #vrij-schrijven in 5 minuten op #Steemit. De Nederlandse vertaling is gemaakt voor #yoors. Stories: Over een krijger met pijn Wat er hiervoor gebeurde... Lees meer "Ik ben kapot", zei de krijger, "ik wil dood."  "Waar heeft hij het over", zei het kleine wezen, "het is niet het einde van de wereld, ik hielp hem in nood." "Hij is beslist niet dankbaar", zei de vogel.  "Ik kreeg die nare splinter er uit met gegoochel".  "Ik zei het toch", zei de kleine aap, "hij moet medicijn."  "Kan", zei de slang, "al denk ik dat wat hem dwars zit eerder de zonde zal zijn."  De krijger deed zijn ogen open, slechts voor een tel.  De wijze slang zag er grote angst in, hij wist het wel.  Hij ...

"What is he talking about", the monkey asked. They all gathered around the little warrior who was talking in his sleep. "Something about some person who  rose out of something... a cave", the bird said. " Pedals ", the little monkey said, "I think he stole a bike." "It's all about the shit he did", the snake said, "I doubt he is a warrior at all. He looks like a trouble maker to me. So let's get that splinter out of him so he can go back to where he came from, as soon as possible. As a door mat he won't last long plus he attracts flies." The little monkey gave it a try, but there was not much hold on the splinter. The big bird picked at it, but it did not do any good either. "Better ask someone else", the snake said, he whispered some words and a second bird arrived with a small creature on it's back. "Sorry we have to disturb you", the snake said. It's tail pointed at the warrio...

The little warrior went closer, bent forward, showed his neck. "Interesting", the snake said," I doubt the lizard shot at you and I have doubts too if  saving  you is a good thing to do. We already have plenty of liars around here." He thought it might be wiser to answer instead of keeping his mouth shut and think. The snake was able to read his mind and his thoughts were seldom friendly. "Sorry I lied about being shot", the warrior said," I tried to get into the lizard cave, but it was not as simple as I thought, I did not fit in. I got stuck, the splinter took me by surprise and after that the lizard did beat me out of it with a piece of wood. It did not really hurt, but the splinter does." "Well it is out of my hands," the snake said," as you see I have no hands of my own, I believe it is better to ask someone else to give you a hand. The lizard for example or the little monkey. If it stays in there you will seriously get...

(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...

We have had enough fun together for today, my brothers says, you can go to your work. I will sleep for a while. So... no story teller for me tonight when I come back home. But... internet is a great solution if it comes to that. Although it is a pity I can't hear it in my bed. Pirosmalac (red piglet) A folk tale that also has some things in common with other fairy tales we know. A woman wants a child so badly... she is praying for it.. and yes she gets pregnant (in the end) and no it's not a child but a pig. Since it is her child she loves it (The ugly duckling, Thumbelina, etc... only Snowwhite her mom got what she wanted but therefore she had to die) but she is also sad and worried about her child. Like all children this one likes to join the other kids (it's a wonder the piglet is still happy). So what else can a mother do as just letting her go and hope for the best? The boy next door is sent by his mother to join the kids... He does keep an eye on her and discovers...

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...

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 eye and three eye. 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 T here was once a woman who had three daughters, the eldest of whom was called One-eye, because she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead, and the second, Two-eyes, because she had two eyes like other folks, and the youngest, Three-eyes, because she had three eyes; and her t...

It was a rainy holiday so we decided to play: Little red riding hood. Since I was sick I was granny. Once upon a time there was a little girl taking a basket with food to her sick granny living in the forest. Can you see her? That little girl carrying a heavy basket? (baskets are even heavy when they are empty) The basket is filled with cookies and wine and who knows what more. While dragging the basket with her she saw some nice flowers. She really wanted to pick them but that was not allowed. Why? Because her mother (who was not in the mood to walk whole the way to granny's house by herself) told her to stay on the path. So she did for a while. Since she was really little and tired she decided to rest for a while under a tree. As she just sat down a beautiful black dog showed up. Hi doggy, she said, how are you doing? I am fine, said the dog who actually was a wolf, although I do feel a bit hungry. Well, the girl said, you can have a chocolate cookie, granny is s...

You can't be Mrs Jerky Kitty, my brother says. He is a Jerk! Also it's cold in Lapland, don't you know that? You can't stand the cold. And why does he wants you to travel and move over there and isn't he willing to give up anything? What do you know about him at all. He is only asking you questions but if you ask him something he is never answering. Look at his picture! My brother is pointing at Jerky's picture. Oh come on, I know you have bad eyes but you can't be that blind. He leaves me alone with a pic of an ugly, middle aged guy in a pink shirt, married 3 times before. A very selfish guy, who claims I am the love of his life, but is not willing to leave the place where he already is living for a hundred years, surrounded by all his ex wives and kids. They youngest is a baby and I have no intentions to be a stepmother. But my life would be like a fairy tale. The guy is still not broke, travels a lot with his racing horses, he has a big house and a great ...