The Girl at the Lake and the Swan
I was down at the lake today, where the old bench stands. Where the swans swim around, and hope for somebody throwing some bread for them - and now i´ll tell you what one of the swans told me for a bit of bread - it was so hungry! - But you can´t tell it to anybody else, it´s a secret.
Once upon not so long ago there was a young girl who was sitting down at that very lake, and she loved it so much! But most of all she loved to look at her own reflection in the water. It made the lake so much prettier, she thought sometimes by herself, and sometimes she let a finger slide through the waters, and she got the most beautifull curves. Yeah, the reflection actually became prettier than she looked in reality. That´s what she thougth herself anyways.
It happened one day where she was sitting down at the lake, where she´d been admiring herself in the water for so very long - a swan svimmed by. See, it thought that girl was so pretty, so it swam to her, and it smiled to her. See, the swan thought she was pretty as she sat there at the bank. It didn´t see the reflection, that´s like a shadow to it, and doesn´t mean anything.
But the young girl couldn´t see anything else but the reflection of the swan, and didn´t even see the true beauty of the swan - only its shadow, and she tried to make its reflection prettier by sliding a finger through the water again and again. She´s been sitting there eversince, and the swan is long time gone.
That´s why there´s waves in the lake, it´s the young girls finger which is still sliding through the water, trying to make her own reflection prettier than the swans!
