Shall I tell you the story of the man who loved playing his cello and hated having to talk, so much ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
"Rudolph! Are you coming? We're going to be late..." "I'm coming, Mom. Where are we going?" "We're going to visit Mara the Witch." Rudolph stuck his nose out of the bushes, glanced at the vast whiteness spread out before him and looked away, grumpily. Snow had been falling all night long, it was everywhere, and not just a little! "Do we really have to go there today?" he asked in a sulky voice. "Yes, we do. It's perfect weather for an outing, not too cold, no wind and bit of sun. Anyway, just look at your brothers and your friends!" Young reindeer were indeed chasing each other happily around