Maerchen

MAERCHEN


Grandmother: ´Christopher, will you bring your Grandmother apples?´

I´m up at the log cabin, the one in the woods (yes that isolated log cabin far from civilisation). I´m sitting here with a long shawl and hungering for your apples.

Christopher: ´Grandmother what long fangs you have!´

Grandmother: `All the better to eat you with.´

Christoper: ´You can´t inhabit the märchen, Grandmother, its already been done!´

Grandmother: ´Just get the apples out, smartass.´

Christopher: ´Can you eat my good side? I´m told that my left side is more succulent than my right which is generally gnarled, rancid and inedible.

My what a long muzzle you have Grandmother, what long fingers and nails.´

Grandmother: ´Listen you putrid-tasting cloth eared git. I´ve been inhabiting this märchen for 4 weeks now. I´m sick of this silly wolf costume and Grandmother´s boring habits. Never washing, repeating these inane lines over and over again. Just show me the apples and stop the backchat.´