The girl, the boy and the magic village

Once upon a time, in a country far far away a boy and a girl set off searching for new adventures. They lived  in a big city, but they wanted to visit a small village. They found a village in an area called “Hoscote”.

They special thing about this village is that it had a magic tree.

The children made the girl and boy throw themselves like Tarzan and Jane in the lianas.

Then something strange happened; It was like it took away several years from their age. All of sudden they did not know the proper way to act, eat, wash or even speak! They had to try to explain what they wanted threw sign language and body language. The village people did their best to try to help them, and even the children had to show them how to behave. So when they said “Sit!” The boy and girl sat  down. When they said “ sleep!”, they boy and the girl slept. The village people was so worried about this strange boy and girl they tried to make them eat all the time. Sometimes the boy and girl had to say no. Then the family`s of the village had to very strict and give them food anyway. So the girl and boy ate a lot. One time, the girl even hid under the bed, and still the mother bent down and fed her “chapatti” from her hand. This made the girl laugh, and the boy sitting on top of the bed laughed even more.

Not only the strangers were affected by the magic tree, there even was n magic pussy cat. This cat made everybody happy, always. Even if the children sometimes treated the cat with not so careful hands, this cat always was eager to cuddle. It made the girl very happy, and when she fell a sleep, the cat usually slept on top of her.

The tree was so magic, when the boy and girl woke up the next day they had turned into real indians. Their clothing and even hair was simular to the villagepeople.

The village people was always very eager to see the boy and girl dance or sing. And because the boy and girl wanted to please them, they sang and dances a lot. They danced Norwegian style, Indian style, breakdance style, makkarena style even they did some rock star  simulation. The children loved this. Sometimes the village people thought the strangers was very strange. And they laughed a lot when they thought the boy and girl did strange stuff. Like when the girl wanted to carry 50 kg bags of cucumbers, or carry water on her head. The adult men shook their head and said “foreigners?!”.

They even had a phone they used to take photos of the girl with, when they thought she was acting strange. When the girl was standing on her hands outside their house the daughter of the family had to tell the girl to come and sit down, because her top was falling down. This made the girl a bit embarrassed, but the children laughed.

One morning the girl followed the mother of the family she lived with to her coriander field. The girl hated coriander, and always thought it tasted like soap. When she lived in the city she did not even like the smell. But she wanted to help the woman. So she cut coriander and carried it on her head back to the house. Even when the children put coriander in her face, she did not scream. But then, a coriandertroll came.

The girl had now had it, and ran away. But the sweetest little coriandergirl came to get her and she could not resist, so she came back and finished the job.

In the magic village the people was always shining. From their ears, nose, necks, toes, wrists and arms was the most beautiful jewellery`s they boy and girl had ever seen. When it was all dark they could her the bells ringing, telling that a little girl was running somewhere around the corner.

You see, the village people never slept. The magic tree gave them never ending energy, or so it seemed to the boy and girl who had to rest all the time.

The village people celebrated many festivals, because their god(s) had their birthday. Then they drank sirup-water with fruit in it and eat vegetables on leafs. They boy and the girl liked this very much, and the village people liked it, because they could make them eat some more.

One day when the girl was following her mother around the village she heard a familiar sound. It was a horn blowing, coming closer and closer. It sounded like the Icecar she knew from home. Her mother ran outside, and the girl followed. To her big surprise it was the icecar! Or the icebicycle. The mother even bought her a icecream, even though she did not ask for it. So she ate the ice cream. It tasted like chocolate and she liked it very much.

Sometimes the villagepeople was a bit scary. Especially red-mouths women. They would talk fast and loud in the language the boy and girl did not understand.

It was time for the boy and girl to go back to their friends in the city, their next adventure was not far away.
Still it was sad saying goodbye to the villagepeople. Their time there had been wonderful and they had learned a lot from the happy, unworried, loud, friendly energetic people in the magic village. But they knew that in their heart they would carry their faces, laughter and warm smiles. Before they went they had to eat some more, but now in a hurry because the car was waiting for them. Still, when the boy tried to leave the last chapatti the father of the house had to be very strict and told him to finnish. So he did.
When they drove past the big tree they were suddenly surrounded by their friends in the car, and they knew how to talk and act proper again. It was nice, but in their minds they hoped they would have more chances to visit this magic village, because the magic of being like a little child again was fascinating and blissful.

Snipp, snapp, snute, so the fairytale was out.

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