Many, many years ago there was a juniper tree. It stood in the middle of an amazing garden, filled with flowers
and trees, fruit and colour. Beyond the garden stood a majestic house , which was three stories high. In the house was a beautiful lady, with black hair and the huge kind smile, and a man who was rich but generous and often gave hundreds of pounds to charities. They were very happy, and everyone loved them and marvelled in their ,brain power and, kindness.
But there was one thing they didn’t have; the one thing that could have completed their strong happiness. They did not have a child. But day after day month after month, year after year they wanted and still no child came. One summers day the wife could not bear it any more and ran into the the sweet smelling garden with tears pouring down her face. she stood under the juniper tree and wept. suddenly as if by magic a fruit with a hard red shell landed in her hand.
Her tears stopped, and she tried to break open the shell but ,alas, the blood red shell was as hard as stone. Determined, she ran inside and took the kitchen knife and sliced the fruit open over a bowl. Thick white milk poured down into the bowl. Shocked, but pleased, she took a spoonful of the milk and let it run down her throat. It was sweet like honey but sour like lemon. It was like every fruit in the world had been the squeezed into the strong hard red shell. And write there and then she made a vow that when the child was born it would be as red and white as this amazing fruit.
Over the next month she grew pregnant. Suddenly, out of the blue a boy was born, and he was as red and as white as the amazing fruit. But the wife could feel herself dying. She asked her husband to bury her underneath the juniper tree that had given her the fruit which she knew had made her pregnant. Then she died!
The husband did as she had asked and buried her sad pretty body under the juniper tree in the middle of the garden. Before long the boy had a stepmother. The stepmother wanted the fortune she new the boy would inherit! Her hunger for the money turned to a devil inside her. she did nothing but torcher the little boy but always in secret so the father would not find out. the stepmother also had a child, a small girl who hated what her evil mother did to her step brother but her mother had warned her that is she mentioned anything to the boys father she would get the same treatment.
she beat him hard and beat him good and made him wash and cook and clean,and she punished him if he did a thing wrong. She scared him so much that he often wondered if she even dare come home from school!
One day her daughter, Marleenken, asked her if she could have an apple from her chest but the stepmother’s demon suddenly had a twinkling of an idea. She told her daughter wait till her brother came home from school so he could also have one. Marleeken was delighted and skipped away happily certain that her mother was turning over a new leaf. So when they came home from school that day the step mother offered him an apple from her chest the boy was perplexed, but pleased and leaned right to the back of the chest to grab the biggest apple then suddenly CRASH! The lid of the chest sliced down through the air and blood dripped from the lid.
The boy screamed and ran. Out of the door, out of the garden into the big wide world. Marleeken ran in suddenly. Her face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were brimming with tears. Her mother told her what had happened, but rejected to mention that it was she who had slammed the lid down. They put the boys hand in a stew and boiled it then served it up for tea.
Though they hardly touched there’s, the father dug in with a greedy glint in his eye. His said that the stew was very odd. It was like every fruit in the world had gone into it. Suddenly he noticed the empty seat were his son should have been, he asked where he was and the wicked step mother told him he had gone to visit his grandmother. The farther looked rather hurt. Why hadn’t his son told him before he had gone.
That night though when he was taking his evening walk around the garden the juniper tree burst into flames and out of the flames rose a beautiful bird the size of a swan with colours gay and a tail as long and even more beautiful than a peacock. He gave a flap of his gentil wing and the fire instantly leapt down to a smouldering pile of ash, and standing on that ash was his beloved son and wife. He ran forward to in hail them in a tight I brace.
But as they were hugging the bird fled with wings outstretched over the the evil stepmother who had her lip curled in loathing. There she was, beating the little boy, shouting out. He was cooking and cleaning and there she was again yelling at him to have it done before the father came home. Finally she was there holding the chest open and the boy was preaching into the chest for an apple and she let go of the lid and it sound towards the boy.She screamed a long piercing scream which drew her back to the present, the demon disappeared from within her and she ran. Leaving marleeken, the boy, the father and the wife gaping Burying her.
Now, reader, I want to take you to one last scene. Imaging the same house with the same garden wig ghetto, same pile of ashes. The same people. The same people, years older. An old lady with her face hidden by a vail stumbled into the garden. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. “sorry!” she called, then stumbled away. The boy, the father and the wife looked at each other but Marleeken, however, looked up and there sitting in an old oak was the bird.
Many, many years ago there was a juniper tree. It stood in the middle of an amazing garden, filled with flowers
and trees, fruit and colour. Beyond the garden stood a majestic house , which was three stories high. In the house was a beautiful lady, with black hair and the huge kind smile, and a man who was rich but generous and often gave hundreds of pounds to charities. They were very happy, and everyone loved them and marvelled in their ,brain power and, kindness.
But there was one thing they didn’t have; the one thing that could have completed their strong happiness. They did not have a child. But day after day month after month, year after year they wanted and still no child came. One summers day the wife could not bear it any more and ran into the the sweet smelling garden with tears pouring down her face. she stood under the juniper tree and wept. suddenly as if by magic a fruit with a hard red shell landed in her hand.
Her tears stopped, and she tried to break open the shell but ,alas, the blood red shell was as hard as stone. Determined, she ran inside and took the kitchen knife and sliced the fruit open over a bowl. Thick white milk poured down into the bowl. Shocked, but pleased, she took a spoonful of the milk and let it run down her throat. It was sweet like honey but sour like lemon. It was like every fruit in the world had been the squeezed into the strong hard red shell. And write there and then she made a vow that when the child was born it would be as red and white as this amazing fruit.
Over the next month she grew pregnant. Suddenly, out of the blue a boy was born, and he was as red and as white as the amazing fruit. But the wife could feel herself dying. She asked her husband to bury her underneath the juniper tree that had given her the fruit which she knew had made her pregnant. Then she died!
The husband did as she had asked and buried her sad pretty body under the juniper tree in the middle of the garden. Before long the boy had a stepmother. The stepmother wanted the fortune she new the boy would inherit! Her hunger for the money turned to a devil inside her. she did nothing but torcher the little boy but always in secret so the father would not find out. the stepmother also had a child, a small girl who hated what her evil mother did to her step brother but her mother had warned her that is she mentioned anything to the boys father she would get the same treatment.
she beat him hard and beat him good and made him wash and cook and clean,and she punished him if he did a thing wrong. She scared him so much that he often wondered if she even dare come home from school!
One day her daughter, Marleenken, asked her if she could have an apple from her chest but the stepmother’s demon suddenly had a twinkling of an idea. She told her daughter wait till her brother came home from school so he could also have one. Marleeken was delighted and skipped away happily certain that her mother was turning over a new leaf. So when they came home from school that day the step mother offered him an apple from her chest the boy was perplexed, but pleased and leaned right to the back of the chest to grab the biggest apple then suddenly CRASH! The lid of the chest sliced down through the air and blood dripped from the lid.
The boy screamed and ran. Out of the door, out of the garden into the big wide world. Marleeken ran in suddenly. Her face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were brimming with tears. Her mother told her what had happened, but rejected to mention that it was she who had slammed the lid down. They put the boys hand in a stew and boiled it then served it up for tea.
Though they hardly touched there’s, the father dug in with a greedy glint in his eye. His said that the stew was very odd. It was like every fruit in the world had gone into it. Suddenly he noticed the empty seat were his son should have been, he asked where he was and the wicked step mother told him he had gone to visit his grandmother. The farther looked rather hurt. Why hadn’t his son told him before he had gone.
That night though when he was taking his evening walk around the garden the juniper tree burst into flames and out of the flames rose a beautiful bird the size of a swan with colours gay and a tail as long and even more beautiful than a peacock. He gave a flap of his gentil wing and the fire instantly leapt down to a smouldering pile of ash, and standing on that ash was his beloved son and wife. He ran forward to in hail them in a tight I brace.
But as they were hugging the bird fled with wings outstretched over the the evil stepmother who had her lip curled in loathing. There she was, beating the little boy, shouting out. He was cooking and cleaning and there she was again yelling at him to have it done before the father came home. Finally she was there holding the chest open and the boy was preaching into the chest for an apple and she let go of the lid and it sound towards the boy.She screamed a long piercing scream which drew her back to the present, the demon disappeared from within her and she ran. Leaving marleeken, the boy, the father and the wife gaping Burying her.
Now, reader, I want to take you to one last scene. Imaging the same house with the same garden wig ghetto, same pile of ashes. The same people. The same people, years older. An old lady with her face hidden by a vail stumbled into the garden. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. “sorry!” she called, then stumbled away. The boy, the father and the wife looked at each other but Marleeken, however, looked up and there sitting in an old oak was the bird.
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Many, many years ago there was a juniper tree. It stood in the middle of an amazing garden, filled with flowers
and trees, fruit and colour. Beyond the garden stood a majestic house , which was three stories high. In the house was a beautiful lady, with black hair and the huge kind smile, and a man who was rich but generous and often gave hundreds of pounds to charities. They were very happy, and everyone loved them and marvelled in their ,brain power and, kindness.
But there was one thing they didn’t have; the one thing that could have completed their strong happiness. They did not have a child. But day after day month after month, year after year they wanted and still no child came. One summers day the wife could not bear it any more and ran into the the sweet smelling garden with tears pouring down her face. she stood under the juniper tree and wept. suddenly as if by magic a fruit with a hard red shell landed in her hand.
Her tears stopped, and she tried to break open the shell but ,alas, the blood red shell was as hard as stone. Determined, she ran inside and took the kitchen knife and sliced the fruit open over a bowl. Thick white milk poured down into the bowl. Shocked, but pleased, she took a spoonful of the milk and let it run down her throat. It was sweet like honey but sour like lemon. It was like every fruit in the world had been the squeezed into the strong hard red shell. And write there and then she made a vow that when the child was born it would be as red and white as this amazing fruit.
Over the next month she grew pregnant. Suddenly, out of the blue a boy was born, and he was as red and as white as the amazing fruit. But the wife could feel herself dying. She asked her husband to bury her underneath the juniper tree that had given her the fruit which she knew had made her pregnant. Then she died!
The husband did as she had asked and buried her sad pretty body under the juniper tree in the middle of the garden. Before long the boy had a stepmother. The stepmother wanted the fortune she new the boy would inherit! Her hunger for the money turned to a devil inside her. she did nothing but torcher the little boy but always in secret so the father would not find out. the stepmother also had a child, a small girl who hated what her evil mother did to her step brother but her mother had warned her that is she mentioned anything to the boys father she would get the same treatment.
she beat him hard and beat him good and made him wash and cook and clean,and she punished him if he did a thing wrong. She scared him so much that he often wondered if she even dare come home from school!
One day her daughter, Marleenken, asked her if she could have an apple from her chest but the stepmother’s demon suddenly had a twinkling of an idea. She told her daughter wait till her brother came home from school so he could also have one. Marleeken was delighted and skipped away happily certain that her mother was turning over a new leaf. So when they came home from school that day the step mother offered him an apple from her chest the boy was perplexed, but pleased and leaned right to the back of the chest to grab the biggest apple then suddenly CRASH! The lid of the chest sliced down through the air and blood dripped from the lid.
The boy screamed and ran. Out of the door, out of the garden into the big wide world. Marleeken ran in suddenly. Her face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were brimming with tears. Her mother told her what had happened, but rejected to mention that it was she who had slammed the lid down. They put the boys hand in a stew and boiled it then served it up for tea.
Though they hardly touched there’s, the father dug in with a greedy glint in his eye. His said that the stew was very odd. It was like every fruit in the world had gone into it. Suddenly he noticed the empty seat were his son should have been, he asked where he was and the wicked step mother told him he had gone to visit his grandmother. The farther looked rather hurt. Why hadn’t his son told him before he had gone.
That night though when he was taking his evening walk around the garden the juniper tree burst into flames and out of the flames rose a beautiful bird the size of a swan with colours gay and a tail as long and even more beautiful than a peacock. He gave a flap of his gentil wing and the fire instantly leapt down to a smouldering pile of ash, and standing on that ash was his beloved son and wife. He ran forward to in hail them in a tight I brace.
But as they were hugging the bird fled with wings outstretched over the the evil stepmother who had her lip curled in loathing. There she was, beating the little boy, shouting out. He was cooking and cleaning and there she was again yelling at him to have it done before the father came home. Finally she was there holding the chest open and the boy was preaching into the chest for an apple and she let go of the lid and it sound towards the boy.She screamed a long piercing scream which drew her back to the present, the demon disappeared from within her and she ran. Leaving marleeken, the boy, the father and the wife gaping Burying her.
Now, reader, I want to take you to one last scene. Imaging the same house with the same garden wig ghetto, same pile of ashes. The same people. The same people, years older. An old lady with her face hidden by a vail stumbled into the garden. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. “sorry!” she called, then stumbled away. The boy, the father and the wife looked at each other but Marleeken, however, looked up and there sitting in an old oak was the bird.
Many, many years ago there was a juniper tree. It stood in the middle of an amazing garden, filled with flowers
and trees, fruit and colour. Beyond the garden stood a majestic house , which was three stories high. In the house was a beautiful lady, with black hair and the huge kind smile, and a man who was rich but generous and often gave hundreds of pounds to charities. They were very happy, and everyone loved them and marvelled in their ,brain power and, kindness.
But there was one thing they didn’t have; the one thing that could have completed their strong happiness. They did not have a child. But day after day month after month, year after year they wanted and still no child came. One summers day the wife could not bear it any more and ran into the the sweet smelling garden with tears pouring down her face. she stood under the juniper tree and wept. suddenly as if by magic a fruit with a hard red shell landed in her hand.
Her tears stopped, and she tried to break open the shell but ,alas, the blood red shell was as hard as stone. Determined, she ran inside and took the kitchen knife and sliced the fruit open over a bowl. Thick white milk poured down into the bowl. Shocked, but pleased, she took a spoonful of the milk and let it run down her throat. It was sweet like honey but sour like lemon. It was like every fruit in the world had been the squeezed into the strong hard red shell. And write there and then she made a vow that when the child was born it would be as red and white as this amazing fruit.
Over the next month she grew pregnant. Suddenly, out of the blue a boy was born, and he was as red and as white as the amazing fruit. But the wife could feel herself dying. She asked her husband to bury her underneath the juniper tree that had given her the fruit which she knew had made her pregnant. Then she died!
The husband did as she had asked and buried her sad pretty body under the juniper tree in the middle of the garden. Before long the boy had a stepmother. The stepmother wanted the fortune she new the boy would inherit! Her hunger for the money turned to a devil inside her. she did nothing but torcher the little boy but always in secret so the father would not find out. the stepmother also had a child, a small girl who hated what her evil mother did to her step brother but her mother had warned her that is she mentioned anything to the boys father she would get the same treatment.
she beat him hard and beat him good and made him wash and cook and clean,and she punished him if he did a thing wrong. She scared him so much that he often wondered if she even dare come home from school!
One day her daughter, Marleenken, asked her if she could have an apple from her chest but the stepmother’s demon suddenly had a twinkling of an idea. She told her daughter wait till her brother came home from school so he could also have one. Marleeken was delighted and skipped away happily certain that her mother was turning over a new leaf. So when they came home from school that day the step mother offered him an apple from her chest the boy was perplexed, but pleased and leaned right to the back of the chest to grab the biggest apple then suddenly CRASH! The lid of the chest sliced down through the air and blood dripped from the lid.
The boy screamed and ran. Out of the door, out of the garden into the big wide world. Marleeken ran in suddenly. Her face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were brimming with tears. Her mother told her what had happened, but rejected to mention that it was she who had slammed the lid down. They put the boys hand in a stew and boiled it then served it up for tea.
Though they hardly touched there’s, the father dug in with a greedy glint in his eye. His said that the stew was very odd. It was like every fruit in the world had gone into it. Suddenly he noticed the empty seat were his son should have been, he asked where he was and the wicked step mother told him he had gone to visit his grandmother. The farther looked rather hurt. Why hadn’t his son told him before he had gone.
That night though when he was taking his evening walk around the garden the juniper tree burst into flames and out of the flames rose a beautiful bird the size of a swan with colours gay and a tail as long and even more beautiful than a peacock. He gave a flap of his gentil wing and the fire instantly leapt down to a smouldering pile of ash, and standing on that ash was his beloved son and wife. He ran forward to in hail them in a tight I brace.
But as they were hugging the bird fled with wings outstretched over the the evil stepmother who had her lip curled in loathing. There she was, beating the little boy, shouting out. He was cooking and cleaning and there she was again yelling at him to have it done before the father came home. Finally she was there holding the chest open and the boy was preaching into the chest for an apple and she let go of the lid and it sound towards the boy.She screamed a long piercing scream which drew her back to the present, the demon disappeared from within her and she ran. Leaving marleeken, the boy, the father and the wife gaping Burying her.
Now, reader, I want to take you to one last scene. Imaging the same house with the same garden wig ghetto, same pile of ashes. The same people. The same people, years older. An old lady with her face hidden by a vail stumbled into the garden. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. “sorry!” she called, then stumbled away. The boy, the father and the wife looked at each other but Marleeken, however, looked up and there sitting in an old oak was the bird.
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