The serpent and the forbidden fruit E-Book

Henrik Neergaard

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 68

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

A collection of short stories in the distinctive style of Henrik Neergaard. Enjoy stories like Do not let the sun go down on your anger, The serpent and the forbidden fruit, Hard work should give a pay-off, The Christmas market, A very nice cup of tea, A modern day Romeo and Juliet, She lived out on East Paradise Road, A tale of three generations, Chaos and Cosmos.

Leseprobe

The serpent and the forbidden fruit

And other short stories

Table of Contents

Do not let the sun go down over your anger

The serpent your anger forbidden fruit

Hard work should always give a pay-off

The mystery of the ancient Marbles in The King's Garden

A story of three generations

She lived out on East Paradise Boulevard

Just a little bit about chaos and cosmos - and an unexpected synthesis

A very nice Cup of Tea indeed it is

A visit to the Christmas market

A modern Day Romeo and Juliet

Almost the usual story

Do not let the sun go down over your anger

Uncle Richard was a firm believer in the good old adage that "one should not la the sun go down over his wrath", and therefore every night (or at least at least every other) Aunt Olga gave a proper dung to get rid of his anger before he lay down to sleep. Almost every night, Aunt Olga also had a whole host of things about him that annoyed her violently – not so much because she was particularly violent or hot, but probably more so because Uncle Richard could be quite annoying in many respects, although he usually strives throughout the day to keep calm and not let his temper run away. , and even often also tried to think directly positively about the things that once happened.

But during the evening, it sizzled and bubbled in him with pent-up outrage and the like, which he then had to release anyway before bed, so he got rid of all the accumulated anger of the day before the night fell on.

Aunt Olga, for her part, she felt violated by all the unreasonable accusations that he let hail at her night after night, and then had no children (at least no one who was still at home) that she could have scolded for lack of better, she instead went in to the neighbor's wife and repeated the usual svada about How badly they cut the hedge, failed to prune the trees and did not clear proper snow in winter and what might otherwise be of the kind of grievance.

This became the neighbour's wife so angry that she woke up her husband, who used to go to bed early, so she could give him a proper dung so she too could avoid letting the sun go down over her anger.

Her husband in turn – he probably reacted in a slightly atypical way. Now he also got a solid amount of anger that he needed to get rid of, so he also didn't let the sun go down over his anger. So he got out of bed and took his notepad and set out to write the most demeaning and sarcastic remarks he could make about his wife and her completely misplaced and unjustified scolding, which she had even awakened him from his early evening slums to shed on him.

He carefully wrote his formulations through several times, and each time they were honed more and more until they were sharp and at the same time amusing, so that they could – at least in his own opinion – be used in a revue text or by a stand-but-comedian who skin-braided his utterly unreasonable wife, in a way that so that the whole hall of the imaginary audience lay flat with laughter and rewarded him with a roaring applause. It usually took an hour or an hour or a half for him to get this far, and in the meantime his wife had long since gone to bed in her bedroom up on the first floor and was sleeping her sweet sleep.

Then he sneaked into the living room, where that big ugly potted plant stood, which was a gift from his not very much-loved mother-in-law, and which he had always hated with a good heart. After closing various doors behind him so he was sure not to wake up the wife, he stood up in front of the big ugly potted plant with today's manuscript in hand and began to recite his text with all its witty points and well-turned, sarcastic formulations for mother-in-law's potted plant, as if the poor potted plant, which fortunately did not understand a damn of What was going on was an audience at a performance with him as the famous and cheery stand-up comedian who every night drew full houses to his performances.

Co-writer's annotation:

As the co-writer of these texts, there are two comments that need to be made so that readers do not have to wonder too much about why this strange little text has, however, been included in this selection of thoroughly serious and deeply thought-provoking pieces of text.

Comment No. 1 (The Social Realism): I wonder if the author of this text has really thought about how residents far north of the Arctic Circle are handling it there by not letting the sun go down over its wrath? Those who live so high to the north that there are months of winter darkness and correspondingly several months when the sun does not go down at all? So perhaps his text is not as universal as he may think.

Comment No. 2 (The Creative): there is an important addition that the author of this text has completely forgotten to include. This is mainly about the husband of the neighbour. I have heard persistent rumours that, like any sensible entrepreneur, he has used this daily challenge as a starting point for a business idea that is well on his way to making him a really wealthy man with a large and successful company. It started with her mother-in-law's ugly pot plant starting to ailing, so the wife took it up the windowsill of her bedroom so she could care for and care for it. Then he couldn't use it as an audience anymore. And there weren't any of the other potted plants he would expose to that sort of thing. So he made a slightly primitive sculpture that was supposed to envision mother-in-law's potted plant. But now he wanted to move on. Why not make a sculpture of a person – or at least a person's head – instead. He was probably a bit of a wit, so he didn't dare make someone who was supposed to imagine neither the wife nor the mother-in-law. So instead, he made one to imagine a well-known politician from a party he didn't like.

Soon after, he read about those Japanese tamagotchis. And about other kinds of robots and artificial pets. Now it was not a pet he wanted to create, but a creature you could scold, so that you could react to your anger, and who, mind you, reacted to what it was scolded for by looking sad, or saying sorry and being embarrassed by what it was criticised for.

And in fact, with the help of some skilled technicians and partners, he managed within a few years to create a whole range of such scolding robots that you could react to all the disappointments and frustrations and aggressions of the day – at least verbally – so that you did not let the sun go down over your anger.

And it became the basis of the great international company he has built. So it's his contribution to doing something good for the world while earning a lot of millions for himself. And just think, this important point, the author of the above paragraph had completely forgotten to include. And I had otherwise made completely different plans for what I was going to do.

Comment No. 3: Of course, I know that what is usually meant by not letting the sun go down over its anger usually means something about sat down and forgive everything between heaven and earth, or something like that. But then no story would have come out of it, would it?

And if the neighbor's wife in the tale had done that, then her husband would never have made up that invention and create that great company and become a rich and esteemed man who has even done something for the benefit of others, well!