Translation
Fanfic: Rotmäntelchens Abenteuer
Subtitle: The Big Parody
Chapter: The search begins
Hello avid FF readers!
For a long time I have been reporting with a new gem ^^ °
I hope I will have enough time and ideas to continue this story soon, until then I hope for many comments and readers!
Bussiehs Wiggieh
Big Parody - Redcoat's Adventure
Thick swaths of mist flowed over the cold forest floor and occasionally rose into the sky in small clouds. Before they reached it, however, they got stuck in the dark treetops. The moon and stars shimmered through the canopy of the night forest. It was autumn, so it was already dark in the afternoon.
The rotting branches and leaves on the ground, which had already converted their physiological existence into humus, rustled and cracked loudly under her black boots. With every second step that the dark person took through the forest, in addition to the natural noise level, there was also a ringing, caused by the two bells that the person had attached to his right boot.This ringing conjured up a cheeky smile on her face, but it gave the mysterious atmosphere a creepy touch. But she wasn't afraid, on the contrary.
The girl with the long, red leather coat continued on her way, unerringly and with resolute, quick steps. It wanted to visit its grandmother.
Instead of the basket his mother had given him, Little Red Cloak carried a black bag around his shoulders. Of course, it had long since nibbled on the self-baked chocolate cake itself, when it was still light, under the large willow tree.
Rotmäntelchen was the great-great-niece of the famous Little Red Riding Hood and therefore also a specialist in "wolf defense". For this purpose she had a can of pepper spray in her left hand, unlocked and sharp like nothing else. In her right hand she held her beloved pocket knife. It was small, but used correctly, with the right load of girl power, this thing could be deadly too!The music she was listening to was also partly responsible for Redcoat's smile, fat electric guitar riffs paired with deep male voices, her favorite music. So she didn't notice anything of the shuddering, the small animals that fell into panic attacks and fled left her completely cold.
Finally she stood in front of her grandmother's little hut and pushed the door open with her forefinger. Of course, she wondered why the door was ajar, because her grandmother always locked it like a fanatic. As soon as she entered, the penetrating smell of a wet dog rose in her nose, so she practically already knew where the hare was.
Ringing the doorbell, she stormed into the grandmother's bedroom, with a lot of the person in bed around the neck, hugged her, kissed her left, kissed her right, and left again.
"Hey Ömsieh! How are you?"
Somewhat confused, she croaked: "Um, ... yes, thank you ... good, but why ... child, your text is different!"“Oh, sorry!” Little Redcoat stood upright, cleared her throat and practically whistled:
"But grandmother, why do you have such a terrible bad breath?"
"So that I better ... AS PLEASE?"
"You know, I have a really great antidote, a new mouth spray, just the thing for strong women like you!"
Without warning, she pulled the small black can from her coat pocket, held it in the face of the disguised wolf, and pulled the trigger. The next moment she stormed out of the hut just as quickly as she had come. Gasping for air and coughing, Little Red Coat lolled on the forest floor and finally lay on his back, breathing heavily, all limbs stretched out. As much as she liked this pepper spray, she always got too much of it herself. When the loud breathlessness of the wolf in grandma's bed was over, the girl dared to go back inside. Furious, she grabbed the unconscious wolf by the collar and dragged him out of the room and out of the hut.Outside she threw him roughly in the dirt and left him lying there.
"Always the same thing with these idiots! They really should come up with something new, it'll be boring!", She mumbled angrily. She went back to the hut and started looking for her grandmother. After all, she was a pretty robust woman and would not have been eaten so easily by such a stupid little wolf. Above all, the wolf could never have devoured her ... purely in terms of height. And as Redcoat had already found out, the wolves were after the pretty young girls anyway - that is, after her and not her grandmother. But if her grandmother wasn't eaten and hadn't chased away the wolf beforehand or at least filleted it with the kitchen knife, where was she then?
Little Redcoat was worried, her grandmother was already quite absent-minded, maybe she was wandering around somewhere. Determined and in good spirits, the girl picked up her cell phone, also known as the cell phone, and called her.Even during the "Düüüt Düüüt", little red jacket imagined 3 possibilities.
1) her grandma answers. (Most unrealistic)
2) her grandma left the cell phone at home. (since it did not start to ring in the house, this also fell away)
3) her grandma has her cell phone with her, but ...
a) does not hear it
b) does not find it
c) the battery is empty
In fact, only the mailbox answered on the other end. So Redcoat had to go and look for her. Luckily she still had some provisions with her and enough battery in her Mp3 player!
So the cheerful ringing of their bells and the fleeing of the fearful forest dwellers continued ...
Suddenly she got the smell of wet dog again and she got her black can ready. She followed the smell and he led her to a small hot spring in the middle of the forest. Sneaking up was almost impossible, but she tried very hard not to be so loud. Then she hid behind an old, thick tree without seeing what exactly she was about to pounce on.
For a long time I have been reporting with a new gem ^^ °
I hope I will have enough time and ideas to continue this story soon, until then I hope for many comments and readers!
Bussiehs Wiggieh
Big Parody - Redcoat's Adventure
Thick swaths of mist flowed over the cold forest floor and occasionally rose into the sky in small clouds. Before they reached it, however, they got stuck in the dark treetops. The moon and stars shimmered through the canopy of the night forest. It was autumn, so it was already dark in the afternoon.
The rotting branches and leaves on the ground, which had already converted their physiological existence into humus, rustled and cracked loudly under her black boots. With every second step that the dark person took through the forest, in addition to the natural noise level, there was also a ringing, caused by the two bells that the person had attached to his right boot.This ringing conjured up a cheeky smile on her face, but it gave the mysterious atmosphere a creepy touch. But she wasn't afraid, on the contrary.
The girl with the long, red leather coat continued on her way, unerringly and with resolute, quick steps. It wanted to visit its grandmother.
Instead of the basket his mother had given him, Little Red Cloak carried a black bag around his shoulders. Of course, it had long since nibbled on the self-baked chocolate cake itself, when it was still light, under the large willow tree.
Rotmäntelchen was the great-great-niece of the famous Little Red Riding Hood and therefore also a specialist in "wolf defense". For this purpose she had a can of pepper spray in her left hand, unlocked and sharp like nothing else. In her right hand she held her beloved pocket knife. It was small, but used correctly, with the right load of girl power, this thing could be deadly too!The music she was listening to was also partly responsible for Redcoat's smile, fat electric guitar riffs paired with deep male voices, her favorite music. So she didn't notice anything of the shuddering, the small animals that fell into panic attacks and fled left her completely cold.
Finally she stood in front of her grandmother's little hut and pushed the door open with her forefinger. Of course, she wondered why the door was ajar, because her grandmother always locked it like a fanatic. As soon as she entered, the penetrating smell of a wet dog rose in her nose, so she practically already knew where the hare was.
Ringing the doorbell, she stormed into the grandmother's bedroom, with a lot of the person in bed around the neck, hugged her, kissed her left, kissed her right, and left again.
"Hey Ömsieh! How are you?"
Somewhat confused, she croaked: "Um, ... yes, thank you ... good, but why ... child, your text is different!"“Oh, sorry!” Little Redcoat stood upright, cleared her throat and practically whistled:
"But grandmother, why do you have such a terrible bad breath?"
"So that I better ... AS PLEASE?"
"You know, I have a really great antidote, a new mouth spray, just the thing for strong women like you!"
Without warning, she pulled the small black can from her coat pocket, held it in the face of the disguised wolf, and pulled the trigger. The next moment she stormed out of the hut just as quickly as she had come. Gasping for air and coughing, Little Red Coat lolled on the forest floor and finally lay on his back, breathing heavily, all limbs stretched out. As much as she liked this pepper spray, she always got too much of it herself. When the loud breathlessness of the wolf in grandma's bed was over, the girl dared to go back inside. Furious, she grabbed the unconscious wolf by the collar and dragged him out of the room and out of the hut.Outside she threw him roughly in the dirt and left him lying there.
"Always the same thing with these idiots! They really should come up with something new, it'll be boring!", She mumbled angrily. She went back to the hut and started looking for her grandmother. After all, she was a pretty robust woman and would not have been eaten so easily by such a stupid little wolf. Above all, the wolf could never have devoured her ... purely in terms of height. And as Redcoat had already found out, the wolves were after the pretty young girls anyway - that is, after her and not her grandmother. But if her grandmother wasn't eaten and hadn't chased away the wolf beforehand or at least filleted it with the kitchen knife, where was she then?
Little Redcoat was worried, her grandmother was already quite absent-minded, maybe she was wandering around somewhere. Determined and in good spirits, the girl picked up her cell phone, also known as the cell phone, and called her.Even during the "Düüüt Düüüt", little red jacket imagined 3 possibilities.
1) her grandma answers. (Most unrealistic)
2) her grandma left the cell phone at home. (since it did not start to ring in the house, this also fell away)
3) her grandma has her cell phone with her, but ...
a) does not hear it
b) does not find it
c) the battery is empty
In fact, only the mailbox answered on the other end. So Redcoat had to go and look for her. Luckily she still had some provisions with her and enough battery in her Mp3 player!
So the cheerful ringing of their bells and the fleeing of the fearful forest dwellers continued ...
Suddenly she got the smell of wet dog again and she got her black can ready. She followed the smell and he led her to a small hot spring in the middle of the forest. Sneaking up was almost impossible, but she tried very hard not to be so loud. Then she hid behind an old, thick tree without seeing what exactly she was about to pounce on.