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- Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
This book tells the story of a boy who lives in a land ruled by a king. One day, a braggart arrives in this land. He possesses the ability to catch other people's thoughts with his wild hair and thus guess them. When the king was once a little tired of ruling, he held a lottery; the winner would be allowed to rule his kingdom temporarily. The little boy Mugu won the prize and ruled the land, turning many things upside down. He even had to wage a war, which he did in a very unusual way. Perhaps in the end there were even two kings, one young and one old. I can't quite remember, so I can only recommend that you simply search for the answer yourself in the stories of this book.
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For William The young king in our family. King of laughter, of understanding, of fearlessness.
Table of Contents
Introduction for children
Introduction for adults
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Introduction for children
This book is the story of a boy who lived in a country ruled by a king. One day, a show-off (braggart) comes to this country. He has the ability to catch other people's thoughts with his wild hair and thus guess them. Once, when the king was a little tired of ruling, he had a draw held and the winner was allowed to rule his kingdom temporarily. Of all people, the little boy Mugu won the prize and ruled the country, turning many things upside down. He even had to wage a war, which he did in a very unusual way. Perhaps in the end there were even two kings, one young and one old, who ruled the country at the same time. I can't really remember, so I can only recommend that you look for the answer yourself in the stories in this book.
Introduction for adults
Power is a drug. And drugs are usually small things that people take in order to avoid seeing the world they have created for a short time. Unfortunately, you can hardly resist what a drug does to you. And so it is with power. It transforms the most sensible people into strange beings as soon as it takes possession of them. Perhaps words like power-obsessed, power-filled, power-hungry can be better understood this way.
The logical consequence would be to give everyone as little power as possible. Power should be shared. In this book, power is shared between an old king and a young boy. The only question is in what proportion and according to what rules the power is divided. Through a draw, a particularly fair form, because as long as nobody cheats, drawing lots is a pretty fair thing. Because everyone is equal, has the same chances. As it should be in life.
The earth is a ball. The most important part of a ball is the center. The crux of the matter. In a perfect ball, everyone standing on the ball is the same distance from the center. And on a ball, there is no top and no bottom, no beginning and no end. Everyone is the same distance from the most important part of the ball, its center, its core. Unless someone rises up and places themselves on a pedestal or sits on a high throne as the king, which is what power tempts them to do. Suddenly they are further away from the center, from the most important part of this ball, than before ‒ without realizing it. The counterpart of a king is a servant. A servant usually makes a bow. As a result, he bends down and is now closer to the center of the ball, the most important part, the center around which everything revolves.
It's the same with power. And if we sometimes lie on the ground and squint enviously at the powerful people up there, perhaps we should think about who is closer to the center of the ball, to its core, to its most important part.
1
In a small country on the edge of the desert lived a great old king. This king didn't like any of the things that kings usually like. He didn't like to rule, he didn't like to make laws, he didn't like to wage war, he didn't like to wear a crown. There was only one thing the great king liked and that was eating ice cream. That's why he soon became as round as an enormous wine barrel and no longer dared to go out into the street as a fat, round king to go to the only ice cream store in his kingdom. On a hot day, he stripped off his royal robes, put aside his crown and wrapped himself in a large gray sheet like a beggar's shawl. He sprinkled his hair with sooty ashes and scratched the shine of his shoes with sharp stones.
Disguised as a beggar, he went into the city to eat a large portion of ice cream on that hot day. At the same time, a lion as the king of the desert set off on the same journey to the only ice cream store in the whole kingdom.
And last but not least, the fox, king of the forest, had the same idea. He didn't like eating rabbits or mice, there was only one thing he liked and that was ice cream. And so, like the others, he headed for the only ice cream store in the kingdom. As the three of them had the same idea at the same time, they arrived at the ice cream store at the same time and walked through the door at the same moment.
Unusually, the door of the ice cream store was wide enough for a fat, round king, a huge lion and a fox. But it actually was wide enough. On that hot day, many others had already had the idea of eating ice cream. There was only one small scoop of red strawberry ice cream left. The ice cream seller was thinking about who he should give the last scoop to. All three had come into the store at the same time, there was no first, there was no last.
Give me the last scoop, said the fat, round king. I am the king of the land. He forgot that he had disguised himself as a beggar.
The ice cream seller laughed uproariously and shouted:
Where's your crown? Where is your royal robe? You barrel of a braggart.
Give me the crown, roared the lion, I am the king of the desert! The ice cream seller looked out of the window. At the end of his gaze the eternally hot sandy desert began.
I can see the desert, he said, but I don't see a castle in the desert. Where there is no castle, there is no king. A king always has a castle, and a desert without a castle has no king.
Give me the scoop of ice cream, cried the fox, at night I am the king of the forest.
A king is always a king, laughed the ice cream seller, whether he is sitting in the bathtub, buying a newspaper or having his hair cut. Whether it's morning or evening, day or night. Anyone who is only a king at night is not a real king.
The four of them had been arguing for a while over the last scoop of ice cream when the store doorbell rang, and a little boy came in. Big tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was sobbing and weeping incessantly, like a waterfall from the highest mountain on earth.
There is nothing sadder than a weeping child, said the fox and began to cry too.
The lion and the disguised king were also overcome with pity, big salty tears rolled down the lion's shaggy cheek and the fat king's greasy wrinkles. Only the ice cream seller kept a dry and cool head and asked the boy about the cause of his sadness. It was soon established that the boy had lost a round coin with which he wanted to buy a scoop of ice cream.
The disguised king reached into his pocket and pulled out a dime, the lion had a nickel, and the fox still had a penny. It was unusual that the three kings had gone out for ice cream with so little money. But as kings, they always got everything for free, they paid with their names or with the crown on their heads, which was much more valuable and simpler than carrying money around with them.
One scoop of strawberry ice cream please, said the three and put the money on the table. The ice cream seller took the last scoop of strawberry ice cream from the cool ice cream compartment and pressed it into a deliciously smelling, fresh cone. The disguised king grabbed the ice cream cone at the bottom, the lion held it in the middle and the fox clutched the top edge.
For you, said the lion and the three gave the boy the ice cream cone.
His crying immediately stopped and turned into happy laughter.
You are nice! cried the boy. Each of you can have a lick.
The king slurped over the ice cream with his thick tongue, after which a good chunk was missing. Now the lion ran his huge tongue over the scoop of ice cream and half of it disappeared down his throat. Now there was only a small amount left and the fox, full of decency and aware of the situation, only broke off a tiny piece of the cone with his teeth. The boy quickly ate the rest of the ice cream cone. Everyone had enjoyed a share.
The next day, if it's as hot as today, we'll have to go into town early before all the ice cream is sold, the lion exclaimed.
