Kaihido

When the droman scholar Splinius the Colder-One already the third month with master Pum Penk and its pupil Mopp Sing spent, him the head hurt already much. Mopp Sing, who carried the master at that time day and night on the shoulders, so that he could grasp the native bushes, measure-interpreted the face expression of the scholarly colder one and a hot bath in Sauerkrautabsud enriched with Knarzwurzn recommended to it. The hot bath eased the scholar and his head felt appreciably more easily, so that he dared to ask: »Master, to which you need this good overview at day and at night?« Whereupon Pum Penk answered: »I feel the enormous strength Tzurmelkurznofferdrumm approach.« When Mopp Sing these words heard, the legs sagged him away. His ears hummed and his breastbone began to burn. »Master, must it be?«, he asked. The master struck him the heels in the sides and Mopp Sing straightened up again. The worst however was that Mopp Sing felt the unrestrained urge to gallop up to the horizon. »My good pupil, I feel likewise your demand. That is the correct attitude; always against the strength!«

Many years ago master Pum Penk went walking once in the forest. There he heard a loud »Bumm« and then a just as loud »Peng«. After hearing the »Bumm« he knew in present/immediate illuminating that he was gescheppert against a eight hundred-year old oak. The »Peng« was it after the impact of the Buben Mopp Sing on its empty brain bowl sign for the fact that in the top of the tree a branch with loud »Peng« must have separated. Both noises in the Zusammenhange were the master indications that he had found a pupil. Mopp Sing however held himself his hurting, still full brain bowl.

This time it was the master Pum Penk, which was surprised exceedingly. Already on the early morning to wake the master during waking up, it (while its pupil Mopp Sing the hour glass for the sixth time had turned and straight thereby was) a sea gull by-pulling on the sky had shit directly on the third eye. But alone this was not it, which astonished him; herzu moved a loud prustendes dwarfchameleon, which stepped him against his sheenbone. »Well master«, rumbled the Chameleon, »haste a second asshole in the place, your third eye should be?« Master Pum Penk on it: »The chair is not from me. He withdrew not from me, but fell down to me.« The Chameleon answered: »However not are you that, whose soul is a bird, from above the down-shit came?« Pum Penk said, »However I had not heard thunder.«