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Legendary: From Lebkuchenmandl

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A long, long time ago, was it yesterday or was it today, a woman baked gingerbread. From the last bit of dough she formed a gingerbread mandl, a Plazuschek. She placed it on the oven tray and put it in the oven. After a while she took the baking tray out again and checked whether the Plazuschek was baked well. But what was he doing there!? He jumped up and ran away.

As fast as the old woman could stop, she ran after him and called: “Plazuschek, Plazuschek! Stop!” But Plazuschek ran as fast as the devil. He babbled, babbled and babbled, up the stairs to the attic door. And who was sitting in front of the door? The Hangover! “Hey, Plazuschek,” he asked, “where are you running to?” Then Plazuschek said: “I’m away from the old woman holding the shovel, and you tomcat, in front of the attic door, look, look, I’ll run away too!” And already Plazuschek was up and away again, down the stairs and out at the front door.

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And who was lying there on the pile of bones? The dog. “Hey, Plazuschek”, barked the dog, “where are you running to? Tell me!” Then Plazuschek said: “I’m from the old man holding the shovel, the tomcat in front of the attic door, and you dog snout on the pile of bones, look, look, I’ll run away too!”

From dog to sow

And already the Plazuschek was up and away. The dog gasped after him, barking, but the Plazuschek wobbled around the house. he was gone And who does Plazuschek meet behind the house? The sow! “Hey, Plazuschek, where are you running to? Tell me!” she grunted. Then Plazuschek said: “I’m away from the old man holding the shovel, the tomcat in front of the attic door, the dog’s snout on the bone pile, and you, pig Rüsselrau in your filthy dungeon, look, look, I’ll run away too!” And the Plazuschek was up and away again. The sow wanted to follow him, but of course he was much too fast for her. He wobbled and wobbled and wobbled—out onto the country road.

Then an old woman came towards him. She was bent over, hunched over and walked with a cane. “Hey, Plazuschek, where are you running to? Tell me!” said the old woman. Then Plazuschek cried: “I’m away from the old woman holding the shovel, the tomcat in front of the attic door, the dog’s snout on the bone pile, the sow’s snout in her filthy dungeon, and you, old woman, look, look, I’ll run away too!” – And Plazuschek was up and away again.

What did you say?

But the old woman called after him: “How was that, Plazuschek? What did you say?” Then Plazuschek stopped and asked: “Why? What do you mean?” “I’m hard of hearing because I’m half deaf,” said the old woman, “don’t you want to tell me what’s going on again?” “No!”, the Plazuschek defended. “I beg you,” the old woman continued, “you only have to sit on my shoulder. Then you can say what you said in my ear. That way I can understand every word.” She asked him so urgently that Plazuschek finally said: “Well, good! Then it’s just in God’s name.”

Then he sat on her shoulder and said the sentence loudly and clearly in her ear: “I’m from the old woman holding the shovel, the tomcat in front of the attic door, the dog sniffing at the bone pile, the sow snout rough in her filthy shack, and you, old woman , look, look, I’m running too!”

The old woman had already grabbed it and bitten it off. Did it taste good? But if you want to know how good such a gingerbread man can taste, then why not make one – and make sure he doesn’t wobble you up and away after baking.

Podcasts: “The Lebkuchnmandl” and other legends to listen to

A book: Ursula, Heidemarie and Helmut Wittmann: “The Gift of the Twelve Months”, Tyrolia, 265 pages, 29.95 euros

Helmut Wittman has been a storyteller by profession for more than 30 years. Every first Thursday of the month he organizes his fabulous hour on ORF, Radio Oberösterreich. maerchenerzaehler.at

Source: Nachrichten

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