Not so long ago, in a little town below the Seven Mountains, there lived a man who was very friendly, but also extremely pessimistic. He always feared that something might not be as it should be, and that something might go wrong. Soon everybody called him only “Flops”. Once he had burned his mouth on hot soup, now he did not eat soup any more – it might be hot. Then he hardly went out for a walk any more – it might rain and then his umbrella might leak or, even worse, the wind might blow it off his hand.
Then one day, when he dared to go out in spite of all his worries, some little devils laid a stick on the street and promptly he fell over it. In that moment one thing was certain to him: the world wished him harm and he had to be prepared for the worst, at any time and everywhere. Maybe .. the world would be evil enough to just vanish while he was sleeping? How could he ever dare to sleep again?
Flops made a plan. Up there, on the Froschberg (the Frog Mountain) he would be safe. The frogs with their relentless “croak croak” would keep him awake. So he locked his house and off he went. Indeed, the frogs always had something to tell each other, and especially one magnificent frog with a sonorous voice never ran short of news. With so much croaking around him he couldn’t even think of sleeping.
But then the magnificent frog with the sonorous voice fell in love, and from then on he only whispered softly into the ear of his adored one. It became quieter on the Froschberg, and Flops became more and more tired, his eye lids became more and more heavy .. and finally he was asleep.
The next morning he woke up very slowly. A ray of sunshine came through his closed eye lids, he felt a ladybug crawling over his nose, and from somewhere he heard a soft “croak croak” that sounded like “good morning”. Slowly he opened his eyes. There sat the magnificent frog with the sonorous voice and his adored one. Yes, the world was still there, and he was still there, too, and he felt very alive. “Thank you kindly, and I bid you a good morning, too,” he said happily to the two of them, “today it is a good morning indeed, I didn’t have such a good morning in years.
A new story that I wrote myself.