DIE PRINZESSIN DES WALDES
Channel: tinitussi21
Date: 14/05/2014

Original: the princess in the forest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_BgJHv-7nA&list=PLj1DXAo0N5SGv1IePtzSHcqr27bBIk5A0&feature=share

this is a big international collaboration. mmbmbmb and InuitAldebaran worked on a german translation....the original was written by BloodTrucksandBeer, the music was created by Cinderellalifestyle and Nidge Tucker...and sometimes by my own, the special effects were done by BravuraK and the production, the animations and the complete concept is made by myself. I also did the animations....with a little bit help of BloodTrucksandBeer. I had the chance to meet Cinderallalifestyle and BloodTrucksandBeer in the last year. Now i have the chance to meet also BravuraK. I would love to meet once mmbmbmb.....
all of you helped me a lot....especially thanks to my dear husband Chris Ramone.....

The Princess in the Forest
written for Tine-
(Part 1)
In a forest not far from where we live, a very young bird settled in his nest shortly after the sun
set. Tomorrow, Baby Bird and the rest of the flock would travel South, as they did each year.
Sleep did not come easily for the young bird: the thrill of travelling stirred too much excitement
in him. From the nest, he looked across the sturdy and familiar branch and watched as his
mother sat darning a shirt, unaware of the little set of eyes that watcher her.
"Mother?" the Baby Bird asked.
"You are awake still," she said, not looking up.
"Why do we fly South every winter?"
Mother Bird smiled. "An odd question from my odd Baby Bird!" she said. "We fly South
because we cannot walk such a great distance!"
"That is not an answer!" The young bird said, annoyed by the quickness of her answer. "I am
not a baby any longer. I am old enough to ask you questions. If I am old enough to ask the
questions, you ought to give me an answer," he said. "I want to know the reason we have to
leave our home every year, so you must tell me."
Mother Bird heard the earnestness in his voice. She turned to her child, and approaching the
nest, she said, "My! Perhaps you are no longer a baby. But you are a curious boy!"
"I am your son," the boy said. "If I am curious, it is because I learned it from you. Now tell me,
why do we fly South for the winter?"
Mother Bird knelt beside the nest, looking directly into her son's bright brown eyes. With
patience and kindness, she said, "I do not know that I can answer your question in a way that
will make you happy, but if I must, I will tell you what I know."
The young bird drew in a breath of excitement. "Yes mother. Please tell me what you know."
Mother Bird spread her great wing over the small boy. She said, "The forest is home to many
creatures. We are among the many creatures that call this place home. Even though this is our
home in the spring and summer, we do not own the land."
The boy asked, "If we do not own this land, then who does?"
"This world belongs to the King, and the King has many children. This forest belongs to his
daughter. She is a princess."
"A princess!" The boy said in awe. "Why have we never seen her? I have explored this forest
with my friends and on my own, and I know all who live here. I have never seen a princess."
"Would you know a princess if you saw one?"
"I think I should." The boy asked, "What does she look like?"
"I have never seen her with my own eyes."
With disappointment, the boy asked, "If you have never seen her, how do you know that she
exists."
"Because I have heard her singing, and her song is made of ice and wind and snow."
The boy imagined this princess. He said, "Ice and wind and snow." He added, "She must be
very beautiful."
"Yes, she is the daughter of the King, so she must be beautiful. More so, she loves us very
much, and that is why she sings her song. We are not made to survive the ice and wind and
snow and so she lets us know through her song that it is time to leave and head South."
The boy puzzled. He asked, "Why have I never heard her song?"
"Perhaps you are sleeping when she sings her song."
"Then I will stay up late and I will hear her song," the boy said.
Mother bird smiled, "When you are older and a man, you will have no bedtime. Then, you will
be able to stay up as late as you wish. In that time, you will hear her song and understand her
words."
"But I wish to hear her song now."
"Do not wish for such a thing," Mother bird said. "I have told you all I know. Now, as you are
still a boy and still my son, you must sleep. The hour is late and tomorrow will be here soon."
The boy attempted a protest, but sleep overtook him, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
Once asleep, Mother Bird silently continued her duties, preparing the food that they would
need for their journey, and far away, in a place near the canyon, the Princess of the Forest sang
her song.
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