tale 50 three small excavators Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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three small excavators Who can not remember childhood and playing in a sandpit, or who was more fortunate to have grown up by the sea and built a sandcastle there! Even today, parents bring their children to the playground. They come from all directions with a thousand different sand toys and populate this place, which should stimulate the imagination of the child, or just relieve the parents from their tormentors for a short time. While tired and partially bored parents sit on benches and doze a bit, they can do that because most of the playgrounds are fenced so that their offspring can not escape, others talk about the newly learned skills of their protégés, the beautician, the neighbours or the household. In more civilized parts of the world, parents try to practice their language skills when they encounter adults with children who obviously come from abroad. However, great is the disappointment when it has to be ascertained that the foreigner is very good at the language of his host country, or perhaps as a coal-black African knows how to communicate in the most horrible Bavarian dialect. Ideally, these conversations are only disturbed by the screaming of the actual heroes of our story when a larger one appropriates the toy of a smaller one, or its almost finished sand masterpiece is crushed by the feet of larger one, in order to give its own shapeless bunch more space according to the rule of the strongest. The so-called adults often come into conflict here, and that way the whole thing is brought before a higher authority. Our next example illustrates that the sandpit can also bring the minds of older playmates to boil. Dear reader, imagine a larger building plot with various machines standing around! Some of them are busy with various jobs; others are standing by supervising the activities of the others. Suddenly, movement comes into play because a truck loaded with new sand has appeared out of nowhere on the edge of the construction site. Three people jump into three small excavators and follow the newcomer to the not very big building site. When, after two laps, it finally seems to have found its destination to unload, it drives backwards and runs into one of the small excavators following it, whereby the small machine becomes unusable. Finally, the little sand, which would have been enough for a truck three times smaller, is dumped in a heap. The engines of the two small remaining excavators, which are still intact, buzz like at the start of a Formula 1 race. The heap is now being tackled from two sides in order to secure the greatest possible amount of material rare on the construction site, with the teeth of the excavator shovels grating into each other and fencing as if they were swords. The drivers look at each other grimly. Other workers on the site stop working to witness the spectacle. Some even place bets on who would win the battle of these mini-giants. After one has successfully conquered most of the sand, the other engages the reverse gear, drives to the side and rams the one from there. The driver of the rammed vehicle falls out of its cabin, but the shovel with the expensive sand remains in the air like a trophy, inaccessible to those who have been looking forward to it with envy and who would actually need the material for their work. Continue with tale 51!

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