#oh yeh lowgerman fairytales

[hunting-songs]

“Campfire Stories” + Shal!!

Send me “Campfire Stories” and my muse will tell yours about a scary tale, folk story, or even one of their own spooky experiences.

At some point between one city and another the train broke down. It was so late in the night that the man-tall grass surrounding the train tracks looked deep blue and it swayed rustling in the cool wind like a oceans deep, endless water. With the train in their back still sickly stuttering like an old man, some of the passangers had sat down besid the tracks and had put a few snacks in the middle of the circle they were sitting on for everyone to take from while they waited, while the trains electronics stuttered broken, while the grass rushed blackish blue.

"I know one good story," Humming contently Senritsu took one of the chokolatebars with chili-flakes and enjoyed the stesfying melody of the rustling of plasticwrapping when she freed it of the packing. The woman was not a fan of sweets, but she loved spicy food and the chokolatebar with chiliflakes sounded as exciting as the chance of listening to a new song from her favorite band: "Once upon a time there was a city suffering from a rat infestation." The whooshing of the tall grass past the traintracks was calm and melodic and for a moment, just a moment, Senritsu wondered what was hiding in the tall grass.

"The city decided to call a ratcatcher and considering how mhmmmm ...minacciando this ratinfestation was, they decided to pay a ratcatcher with gold if he would get rid of those critters. So the ratatcher in colourful cloth appeared in town, took out a flute and started playing. And -look at that!- every rat in the town, be it from the cellars or from the fields or from the wodden huts where the townsfolk would collect their grain, came towards the ratcatcher." The rustling between the tall grass had turned louder and automatically Senritsu tilted her head to the side like an attentive bird. Whatever was hiding int he tall grass listened just as attentive after her small story: "So the ratcatcher lead the rats out of a city and than down a cliff, making the rats drown in the matter of just moments. But as it had only taken such short moments and all the ratcatcher in colourful cloth needd t do was playing a song, the cityfolk decided that the ratcatcher had done not enoug work and shortened his pay. But the ratcatcher said that he was promised gold and he should have gold. Angry over him complaining, the townsfolk said they would not pay the ratcatcher at all and threw him out of the town. Yet the ratcatcher...mhmmmm, the ratcatcher swore revenge." The rustling had stopped, whatever lurked around the traintracks was quietly listening in. Or waiting. Waiting to attack. "It was on a churchday, when everyone but the youngest wee praying that a Hunter in a Hunters green cloth came to town. And just as the ratcatcher he walked tot he towns center, took put a flute and started playing. But this time there were no rats coming to follow the melody. But it were the youngestchildren from infancy up to the age of twelves and venthe babies wer picked up by the older and carried away. As soon as the children reached the marketplace the Hunter left the town and every child followed." Senritsu turned the chokolatebar between her shortfingers as nimbly as her flute: "They never returned and the only children left were three: One who could not walk, one who was deaf and one who was blind and therefor could not see where they were going, stumbled and broke their foot. And that was how the town lost teir children because they were not willing to pay a musically inclined ratcatcher." Contently she bit into the chokolatebar, promptly starting to cough over the spiceyness burning her mouth and starting to caugh as much as she was laughing and suffering. The sudden ending made a few of the other passangers chuckle and one of them even gently patted her back, yet most of the other passangers attention soon diverted fromthe story to other small scraps of conversations.

"Mhmmmmm...", Senritsu had tilted her head to the side like an attentive bird as always when she was listeing keenly , even if her eyes wandered to the cup of hot tea in her hands, even if her eyes wandered to the still not moving train, even if her eyes wandered to the other passangers wo now started their own little conversations, even if her eyes wanderd to the dark tall grass where the rustling came closer now: "Wouldn´t have thought that I would hear a familiar melody right here. Did you liked my story?" [ @yeonban ]