tale 60 just a fairy tale 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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Just a fairy tale He sat at his usual place behind a tree and waited. At some point she should come! He was much hairier than others were. Not only his chest, his back, but also his hands and a large part of his face were covered with hair so that his skin was hardly visible under the thick layer of hair. Therefore, he was only called the "wolf". Because of his appearance, he had already been excluded of any kind of group at school. And because nobody wanted to sit next to him, he had delved into literature. He wrote anonymously to various newspapers to publish his poems, stories and other works. But nobody who read them actually knew what he looked like. He loved the forest, studied, read and wrote here. Sometimes a little bird sat on his foot or a deer came to drink from the small spring in the immediate vicinity of which he used to sit. Otherwise, he was a night watchman on a factory site. Perhaps they thought that he would deter anyone who tried to break in. He had been sitting, reading and writing in this idyllic but lonely place for years when she came to the fountain to drink like a deer. At first they hadn't noticed each other, him because he was lost in his thoughts and she because she longed for the cool water. He experienced his own story so deeply that he only looked up when a scream could be heard. She wanted to run away when she saw him, but since he didn't move, didn't seem to be interested in her, and just kept writing, she paused. He looked scary, but his eyes were warm. She felt that the hidden spring in the middle of the forest was his place, that he had been there before her, and that it was not him who had disturbed her, but her who had disturbed his calmness. She cleared her throat a little, as if asking for permission to audition. At last, he looked up lost in his thoughts. She gathered her courage and asked: "Can I stay?" He looked at her, she was beautiful, very beautiful and her eyes were warm. Usually he had no contact with women because they were afraid of him. He made her understand that she could approach. Slowly, step by step, she covered the distance between him and herself. There was still a little place next to him on the tree trunk and now she saw and read what he was writing. It was about a girl who met a wolf-like hairy man at a spring in the forest. The whole thing became more and more mysterious to her. Then when he looked up to think, she spoke to him and he told her what he had written or wanted to write. She followed his words with wide eyes. He had spoken for a long time and it was getting dark. He had to go to work. He stood up. The whole time she hadn't said anything, just listened, now she asked if he was here often. He replied with a nod and every day. She had come for three weeks since then, once she had even been waiting for him. Now she put her hand on his forearm. That had happened the day before and now he was waiting, but she didn’t come anymore. Maybe she had fallen victim to another wolf. Continue with tale 61!

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