Advent Calendar: Door/Türchen #3

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© Black Kat

It was finally that time of the year again.
All the greenery had fallen in the autumn and every leaf and every blade of grass was covered in a thick layer of ice.
Every time this happened they would set out to collect it. They loved using it for their dishes, still all they could do was keep it frozen magically for some months instead of creating it themselves whenever they liked. They tried, but it was just not as good as the real thing.

Those few months when they didn’t have any ice left were the worse according to the youngest in their group. He had been on this collection trips for a few decades now, but he always loved the excitement they brought with them on their first trips. The eyes of the young ones would gleam in awe when they climbed up what were icy mountains for them.

The little people that was what they were called by the tall ones who rarely believed in them any more, yet occasionally managed to accidentally step on one of their brethren.
Therefore this expedition was not just necessary to finally have ice cream and all those other fantastic dishes again, but also quite dangerous if the tall ones were to be around.

It was this reason that the groups were made of the fastest and stealthiest of their kind. But they also had to be strong enough to carry the filled baskets and climb the ice.
Of course they had the help of their magic lightening the weight, but when it came to such delicate matters as ice they preferred manual labour.

High on top of the icy leaves he took in a deep breath of the clear air around him.
He simply loved his job.

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Es war endlich wieder soweit.
Alles Grün war im Herbst gefallen und jedes Ball und jeder Grashalm war in eine dicke Schicht aus Eis gehüllt.
Jedes Mal, wenn dies geschah gingen sie hinaus um es zu sammeln. Sie liebten es Speisen daraus herzustellen, aber es gelang ihnen lediglich es auf magische Weise für einige Monate gefroren zu halten anstatt es selbst herzustellen wann immer sie wollten. Sie versuchten es, aber es war einfach nicht so gut wie das Echte.

Die paar Monate in denen sie kein Eis mehr übrig hatten, waren die Schlimmsten laut den jüngsten ihrer Gruppe. Er war seit einigen Jahrzehnten bereits bei diesen Sammlungsausflügen dabei, aber er liebte die Aufgeregtheit, die sie auf ihre ersten Ausflüge an den Tag legten. Die Augen der jungen würden in Ehrfurcht erleuchten wenn sie was für sie eisige Berge waren, erklommen.

Die kleinen Leute, das war es was sie von den Großen genannt wurden, die nur noch selten überhaupt an sie glaubten und es dennoch schafften gelegentlich aus versehen auf einen der ihren zu treten.
Daher waren ihre Expeditionen nicht nur notwendig, um endlich wieder Eiscreme und all die anderen fantastischen Gerichte zu haben, aber auch recht gefährlich wenn die Großen in der Nähe waren.

Es war einer der Gründe warum die Gruppen immer aus den Schnellsten und Geschicktesten ihrer Art bestand. Aber sie mussten auch stark genug sein, die voll gefüllten Körbe zu tragen und das Eis zu besteigen.
Natürlich hatten sie die Hilfe ihrer Magie, die das Gewicht erleichterte, aber wenn es zu solch delikaten Angelegenheiten wie Eis kam bevorzugten sie doch Handarbeit.

Hoch oben auf den vereisten Blättern atmete er tief die klare Luft ein, die ihn umgab.
Er liebte einfach seine Arbeit.

Behind the Scenes

I hope you had fun with the third story.

I do believe the idea behind it came from a combination of memories of The Grinch (tiny people living on a snowflake) and my anticipation for my trip to Ireland, which after all is the home of many Fairy legends.
Who knows, maybe they really like ice cream as much as most of us do. 😉

PoiSonPaiNter

© For the story by me and for the picture by Black Kat. Do not use or repost either without my or her permission.

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