This year we went to Oma and Opa for Easter. It was one of the most traumatic experiences I ever had, but let me tell you more about this later. It all started rather normal and nice. Papa took me and Maman up to “his” waterfall. It was a 60 minutes hike up the woods. It was quite steep and we encountered wild animals like a salamander. It is really dangerous. You are forgiven if you don’t know it. It does not exist in the UK. It looks a bit like a lizard but it is an amphibia and not a reptile (at least according to Papa).
Easter Sunday arrived. After 4o days of fasting I was very glad to dive into a feast of Reindling and meat. I loved the ham, salami, the freshly grated horseradish and even tongue. And then it was time to search for the Easter nest full of presents. The Osterhase (Easter rabbit) was hiding it. Suddenly events unfolded. As I found my nest full of chocolate and presents, Papa and Maman requested I hand in all my dummies in exchange for the Easter nest. I had agreed to such deed in the prior week and combined with the excitement of the moment I did what I had to do. Like a real man I stood up, went to my bedroom, collected all my dummies and handed them over to Papa who put it into a nice bag. Papa handed the bag over to Osterhase who may have passed it on to smaller children more in need of dummies.
As an amazing day drew to a close I realised what I had done. How will I be able to sleep tonight. This is really not fair. But don’t you understand: they are MY dummies…
