Seeing how the Sound of Music was televised again, like it is every year, meant that I needed to visit my sad, forgotten story. I hope there are some readers out there or even some new ones! As always, please point out spelling errors and mistakes. I don't speak German and have no Beta Reader.
Prologue
- Mutti, tell me a story.
Which one, my darling? Shall I read you the one about the knight? Or the brave explorer?
- No, Mutti, the one about the girl.
But you heard that one a thousand times already. You can probably tell me the entire story!
- I like it when you tell it, Mutter.
Alright, liebling... as you wish.
In a land, far, far away, full of tall mountains, babbling brooks, and green forests, lived a little girl in a little house. The girl kept herself busy every day cleaning and cooking. Her greatest talent though was making lovely dresses. Oh, such colors and patterns! Her magic fingers would conjure up light green summer dresses for picnics, dark sailor suits for boys to explore the ocean, and even outfits that withstood climbing the tallest tree in the neighborhood. She would take her wares and sell them in town and would very carefully save every penny.
- What did she save them for, Mutti?
It's a secret, one that you can know when you're older.
- But I want to know now!
Nein mein Sohn, you'll appreciate the secret when you are older.
- Alright...
Every day the girl would sing to pass the time while she did her work. On one special day a young boy overheard her song as he was passing by her little home. He thought she sung like an angel and even called her that as her special nickname. She was awed with his dream of traveling to far off places. They sang, danced, and played together everyday. Later, on a very sad day the little girl and boy had to leave each other but they made a promise to one day reunite – even if they're as old as your poor Mutter!
- *Giggle* You're not old, Mutti.
Sometimes I feel like it, darling.
- Did they ever find each other?
Not yet, but it will be another story for me to tell you when they do meet each other again.
- *Yawn* Danke, Mutti.
You're welcome, my child. Goodnight. I'll be here to wake you up in the morning.
Please re-read Chapter 1 and 2 for grammar fixes and memory jogs. I know I had to.