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Let me tell you a story . It's an old one. My grand parents told me about The Snowman
The snowman stood in all weathers. It was freezing cold but he didn't care.
What is that strange fellow looking at me in the sky?
He stared back and was glad when the fireball disappeared into the sky.
He enjoyed the cracking sound in his body.
The watchdog on the chain didn't like the cold though.
I wish I was back in the house. Away, away I want to go from this place.
Don't you like it, asked the snowman whose eyes were made from pieces of roof tiles.
Look there you are again, he said when a ball appeared less brightly in the sky. Now you don't dare to burn so brightly anymore, do you?
You don't know much, said the old watchdog. That's the moon, the one that burned brightly will rise again tomorrow morning and make sure you disappear. Away, you'll be gone before you know it.
Why did you leave that house, the snowman wanted to know.
The dog complained about the cold, something he didn't understand. He also said that his voice was hoarse from the hard life outside.
Cold, that seemed healthy to him. His insides creaked with pleasure.
I was their favourite when I was a puppy, said the old dog. I had my own pillow, even sat on their laps and they called me honey and sweetheart. What do you say to that? Then one day I was given to the housekeeper. Look ahead and you will see the window where I lived. Believe me, it is much better there than standing outside here and suffering from the cold.
The dog crawled into his kennel while the chain dragged over the frozen ground. Different weather is coming, he growled, it is time to get inside.
The next day it froze even harder, the thaw did not set in.
The snowman looked expectantly at the black thing that the dog called the stove.
She is wonderfully warm and you must definitely feel that the dog had said longingly.
Hans Ole Brasen - En aftenfortælling - 1904
Why did you leave if she is so wonderful and spreads her warmth?
I was thrown out said the dog because I wanted to take my bone from a child and that is why I bit him in the leg. I thought a bone for a bone... sadly the old animal looked at the window where the black stove stood that occasionally spat out a flame when the door opened and she was fed.
The snowman's longing increased. The only thing he wanted was to be by the stove. Deep inside something stirred and he thought of how he could fulfil his wish to be with her once and feel her warmth was all he wanted.
There will be nothing left of you said the dog, before you know it you will be gone, just like your predecessors disappeared.
The snowman became quieter and quieter and the only thing he did was to look at the object of his desire until one morning the dog found nothing but a pile of melted snow in which a kind of broom was stuck with which the stove was cleaned. The snowman had been built around this. And so the dog understood why the snowman longed for the stove.
It was evening and the children had listened breathlessly to the story. Without whining they went to bed and agreed that when it was winter they would build a snowman together near the window so that he could look at the stove and both could be together as long as the winter lasted.
Painter: Hans Ole Brasen
Panting: En aftenfortælling - 1904 - oil painting - public domain
25.11.24
The original story of the The Snowman is written by the Danish story/fairy tale writer Hans Christian Andersen (2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875)
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