Gilmore The Gill Camel

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Daniela Mattes

Gilmore The Gill Camel

And More Fun Stories For Children

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Texts: Daniela Mattes

Translation: Julia Haass

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Polli

The two scientists were bundled up in their arctic gear. They could hardly move in their heavy suits. Their faces were hidden behind protective masks, and the wind was whistling past. They could barely see anything through the heavily falling snow.

They had left the research station to take a last look around on their final day at the North Pole. After all, there could always be something left to discover. Their luggage was packed and ready. In fifteen minutes, the helicopter would arrive to pick them up. They had already taken care of everything, tidied up the station and locked the doors.

“Hey John, look at that,” the scientist in the red suit called out, pointing a thickly gloved finger at the area behind the station.

Through his thick protective glasses, John looked at where he was pointing. He couldn’t see anything besides the big igloo.

“There was no igloo there yesterday, John!” Dave said, dropping his hand. “You think the Inuit just built an igloo here without us even noticing?” He sounded doubtful, even though he had to yell pretty loudly to be heard above the storm.

John didn’t know what to say. There weren’t even any Inuit living here – but this was clearly an igloo.

“Come on then, let’s take a look,” John decided, gesturing for Dave to follow him. Carefully, they moved through the deep snow towards the igloo. They couldn’t see

anyone near it. But of course any people would be inside, considering the weather. When they reached the igloo, they had another surprise – the igloo didn’t have an entrance. Maybe it wasn’t an igloo after all?

“Do you still have some tools on you, John? Maybe it’s some strange geological formation the wind just blew free.”

John was sceptical. “Then there would have been a big mound of snow here yesterday, but there wasn’t.”

Dave pulled a small ice pick from his pocket and started to hammer a hole into the igloo. An igloo without an entrance -- how strange!

The igloo shuddered and Dave quickly stepped back. “Will you stop that!” grumbled a voice from the snow.

“Hello? Anyone home? Could you please come out?” John called out. So it really was an igloo!

The whole igloo shuddered and shook, and then a giant white snail poked its head out of the snow. The snail’s rear end suddenly appeared at the other side of the igloo. It was as big as a car. John and Dave gasped.

“It had better be something really important for you to be hammering holes into my house!” the snail said. “Well, I’m outside now, so what do you want?”

The two scientists just stared at Polli, the polar snail, started screaming, and ran back to the station as fast as they could.

“Unbelievable!” Polli exclaimed. “First they wake you up and damage your house, and then they scream in your face and run off! These humans really have no manners. Good thing there are so few of them here!”

Muttering, Polli crawled away through the storm to look for a quieter spot. She definitely wasn’t going to come back here again.

Nobody believed the scientists’story, and no explorer has ever again found any trace of Polli. Of course not; she always hides from them in time to avoid further damages to her house.

The Crystal Lion

The proud crystal lion had his own spot in the Bowman family living room. Glittering and gleaming, he sat on the shelf above the couch, proudly surveying his realm. Everyone who came to visit admired the lion, and he was happy to rule over such a beautiful room.

Still, he was a little sad to be so alone, without anyone to talk to. Especially at night, when nobody was there to notice if he was sitting proudly on his shelf or patrolling between the potted palms and orchids in the living room, marking his territory.

Then, one night, he heard voices coming from the children’s room. He knew the family wasn’t home, since they had all gone to visit relatives. So who was making such a racket, then? Stealthily, he crept up to the door. It stood ever so slightly open, and he peered into the room.

He saw a band of toy knights who had captured a little green man made of clay and were poking him with their lances. He was squeaking in pain. The lion wasn’t sure what had happened, but five against one was simply not fair. Who would use lances against an unarmed man, let alone an outnumbered one?

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