(c) Timo Baumann, May-June 1997, March 1998
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Plum, the magic troll, went through the
Sad Forest. Everything was quiet, boring and sad. Seeing that, Plum asked a tree:
"Hey tree, what is your name?"
"I am Klaas." Said the tree slowly, calmly and bored.
"Klaas, you tree, why are you all so sad here?" asked Plum the tree
while he climbed its branches.
"Everything is so sad here because in the old, old days, the evil witch
Adelheid expressed a bad curse over us to sadden us." said Klaas, rocking his
branches and on the word curse rustling with the leaves.
Plum thought for a while. "I got it!" he exclaimed, "I can do
magic!" He took his black top-hat, quite white gloves and his most beautiful magic
wand from the small, brown suit-case, which he always carried with him. He spoke some
clever words, waggled the magic wand through the air and nothing happened. He was
to having broken the curse but the forest looked as sad as before.
"Uh," made Klaas, the tree, "maybe we are already so used to
being sad that we just can't help it."
Plum did not want to believe that: he thought about the situation, suddenly
smiled all over his face and started to tickle a gnarled branch close to Klaas' ear.
First, Klaas began to giggle, soon he laughed loud and cheerful through the
woods and started to tickle other trees with his twigs.
And it went on: the trees tickled the birds, the birds the worms and the
worms again tickled the trees on their roots. Plum was happy: the Sad Forest had become a
merry, joyful forest where everyone was happy.
sad one can become happy if Plum passes by.