Die Geschichte vom kleinen Muck1953

Mustafa:
Let us go now wicked man, we want to get out!

Altgewordener Muck:
I won't let you out!

first child:
We really won't do it again. Please let us go home!

Altgewordener Muck:
I won't let you out. Not until you've all heard the story of the wicked man.

Mustafa:
We don't want a story, we want out!

first child:
A real story?

second child:
What kind of story would he tell?

third child:
He won't let us out, Mustafa.

Mustafa:
Ah, tell your stupid story, but make it quick!

Altgewordener Muck:
I'm going to tell it to you until the clock over there runs out. Set the clock now Mustafa. I'll stop to tell you the story at the sound of the last ball falling down. So... once upon a time... no no I can't start that way. I have to start by saying... I was, once upon a time, a boy just like you, Mustafa.