named Jakob's dandelion.
Jakob owns this flower, It grows wild in the country-side, right in the wilderness.
The name of this flower is Jakob's ladder. - My mamma says so. So Jakob must be small, indeed, as to be able to use it as a ladder.
just
heath.
I hide and spy for a long long time in the garden, but there is no Jakob to be seen.
I wonder if he sleeps in these clocks and corollas of flowers. Maybe he stays awake during the night and sleeps during the day.
Some elves stay awake during nights and then they must be terribly sleepy during the day
I wonder if Jakob has wings?
No. Then he wouldn't need ladder-steps. Then he would just fly up to the flowers.
I decide to find out if Jakob is awake during the night.
In the evening I take on warm clothes. I am going to stay awake in the garden all night and watch the flower, the Jakob's ladder.
Then I ought to be able to see Jakob. ofsa+lega
-Where are you going, darling, at this late hour? my mother asks.
-I am going to stay in the garden the whole night to see Jakob.
-My beloved child. You have to go to sleep now. Elves exist of course in fairy-tales.
-Those who tell fairy-tales, mammy, are they then telling a lie?
-They are inventing lovely stories, mother replies.
The following day I get a bright idea: I am going to give Jakob some candy ! Then he is sure to climb the ladder and have a bite.
It is terribly difficult to stick the candy to the flower.
-- Even if I have only got a tiny piece of candy. I try to stick it on the stalk with some tape. A better solution is to get some honey and put drops of it into the flowers.
wait. But
does not show up...
only the flies.
not chase them away as they might be
Look at the tiny rhubarb I found !
It is exactly the appropriate the size for Jakob! pínu-lítill mátu+legur
My mother boils it for me.
In the evening I put some
-- on a lid -- out in the garden for Jakob.
am rather excited about finding out if he likes
Maybe he doesn't like rhubarb-pudding at all?
Rhubarb is not very wholesome. For sure Jakob knows that.
But, when someone is offered something he could at least be polite.
Once, when my daddy was preparing fish for a meal,
I found a small fry (young fish) inside it -- which the big fish had swallowed.
-This one will be just the right size for Jakob!!
I am allowed to boil it along with the big fish.
In the evening I put it on a lid beside the flower Jakob's ladder.
The following morning I rush out into the garden. And you guess what?!!
left but bones!
Jakob has eaten the fish!
If I only had had the permission to stay in the garden and stay awake during the night, -- then I would have seen him.
