Lured by her melodious voice a bird flew past her window. It was a big ugly birds with gray plumage and eerie red eyes. He flew for a while in front of her back and forth, before settling on a tree opposite. He sat there, staring at Medea with his red eyes. She did not see the bird, until he called her and said, "Good day, girl with the beautiful voice. All over the country singing you your praises. And really, you have the most beautiful voice! "
Only startled Medea, she was pleased and said: "My thanks, dear bird. I must be a lucky child that even the birds praise my voice! "
The bird squawked: "Your beauty is your voice. You are blessed, however, I am neither beautiful nor I have a voice like yours. So gift your voice for me one night only! "
Medea shook his head vigorously. "If I give you my voice, I will no longer be able to speak."
The bird asked: "Just for one night! I will reward you richly. "
"Not one minute I would suggest you give my voice," said Medea hard. "She is my pride and joy."
Since the bird smiled, looking out for fear. "For the last time I ask you, will you give me your voice?"
Medea did it scare him already, but the lark chirped loudly, "What's the big night against the rest of your life? Schenk the ugly bird your voice! "
"But the prince will never decide for myself if I cannot sing for him!"
"It's just one night. Already the next morning you will again be able as ever sing so sweetly. I you want to be your voice, as long as you have your own not. Be kind and they lend the bird! "
Medea was so upset that the tears came, but she trusted the lark and so she agreed. "You shall have my voice for one night!"
"So let it be," said the bird was flying around around the tree and sang:
"Beautiful girl, pure heart,
shall live without pain. "
After he had sung his song, the big bird flew away. Medea tried to say something, but no sound came from her throat, but fell Gold coins from her mouth whenever she opened it. They collected a hurry to send them their dear parents.
The ugly bird flew on to the window of Daphne and exclaimed: "Good day, the girl with magnificent curly hair. Throughout the kingdom one raves about your hair splendor. And really, you have the most beautiful curls! "
Daphne rejoiced and went to the window. "My thanks, dear bird!"
The bird squawked: "You have so many curls because you can give a little of me certainly. Give me your curls, only for a night! "
Daphne shook her head vigorously. "My curls do you want? Not even for one night! Who would have ever heard of a future queen without hair? "
The bird was persistent and asked again: "Just one night! I will reward you richly. "
"Not even a single hair I'd give you," snarled Daphne. "My curls are my pride and joy. Shut your beak and fly further, or I'll have the guards come with their guns, which are scare you already. "
"The guns I'm afraid not," replies the e Vogel with eerie voice. "I'm immune and bulletproof. For the last time I ask you, you give me your curls? "
"No!" Daphne shouted angrily.
"So let it be," said the bird was flying around around the tree and sang:
"Falls from the sky, the snow,
silenced the voice of greed.
The wind blows and the rain runs.
The fire is burning and the water flows.
Only when you know the words,
returns the gift again. "
After he had sung his song, flew the ugly bird thereof. Daphne watched him, stroked her full curls and afraid.
The bird visited each of the girls and asked them about what they liked most. Those who were willing to give him their most valuable for a night were rewarded with gold, the other he cursed.
But it was only when the girls woke up the next morning, they were the consequences of their greed to feel. Not a lock fell more of Daphne's head. She was bald like an old man. Xenia could not dance longer, but limping, as if she had a lame leg. At hiring a petite nose Phoebe grew a tankard, as big as a fist. Acelyas slender fingers were as thick as sausages and
Only startled Medea, she was pleased and said: "My thanks, dear bird. I must be a lucky child that even the birds praise my voice! "
The bird squawked: "Your beauty is your voice. You are blessed, however, I am neither beautiful nor I have a voice like yours. So gift your voice for me one night only! "
Medea shook his head vigorously. "If I give you my voice, I will no longer be able to speak."
The bird asked: "Just for one night! I will reward you richly. "
"Not one minute I would suggest you give my voice," said Medea hard. "She is my pride and joy."
Since the bird smiled, looking out for fear. "For the last time I ask you, will you give me your voice?"
Medea did it scare him already, but the lark chirped loudly, "What's the big night against the rest of your life? Schenk the ugly bird your voice! "
"But the prince will never decide for myself if I cannot sing for him!"
"It's just one night. Already the next morning you will again be able as ever sing so sweetly. I you want to be your voice, as long as you have your own not. Be kind and they lend the bird! "
Medea was so upset that the tears came, but she trusted the lark and so she agreed. "You shall have my voice for one night!"
"So let it be," said the bird was flying around around the tree and sang:
"Beautiful girl, pure heart,
shall live without pain. "
After he had sung his song, the big bird flew away. Medea tried to say something, but no sound came from her throat, but fell Gold coins from her mouth whenever she opened it. They collected a hurry to send them their dear parents.
The ugly bird flew on to the window of Daphne and exclaimed: "Good day, the girl with magnificent curly hair. Throughout the kingdom one raves about your hair splendor. And really, you have the most beautiful curls! "
Daphne rejoiced and went to the window. "My thanks, dear bird!"
The bird squawked: "You have so many curls because you can give a little of me certainly. Give me your curls, only for a night! "
Daphne shook her head vigorously. "My curls do you want? Not even for one night! Who would have ever heard of a future queen without hair? "
The bird was persistent and asked again: "Just one night! I will reward you richly. "
"Not even a single hair I'd give you," snarled Daphne. "My curls are my pride and joy. Shut your beak and fly further, or I'll have the guards come with their guns, which are scare you already. "
"The guns I'm afraid not," replies the e Vogel with eerie voice. "I'm immune and bulletproof. For the last time I ask you, you give me your curls? "
"No!" Daphne shouted angrily.
"So let it be," said the bird was flying around around the tree and sang:
"Falls from the sky, the snow,
silenced the voice of greed.
The wind blows and the rain runs.
The fire is burning and the water flows.
Only when you know the words,
returns the gift again. "
After he had sung his song, flew the ugly bird thereof. Daphne watched him, stroked her full curls and afraid.
The bird visited each of the girls and asked them about what they liked most. Those who were willing to give him their most valuable for a night were rewarded with gold, the other he cursed.
But it was only when the girls woke up the next morning, they were the consequences of their greed to feel. Not a lock fell more of Daphne's head. She was bald like an old man. Xenia could not dance longer, but limping, as if she had a lame leg. At hiring a petite nose Phoebe grew a tankard, as big as a fist. Acelyas slender fingers were as thick as sausages and
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