- Harry AnderS -
The wonderful adventures of a little Gypsy boy
Born as a Prince 1
A children's series of stories
In book 1 'Heir to the Throne'; a little Gypsy boy narrates the story of his first five years in a secluded place in the Rumanian mountains, surrounded by huge woods and dense forests.
Book 2 'Our Lucky Mascot' will follow; where he discovers the gadjo world outside, is imprisoned during a police raid, has his own little snow scooter, and finally travels to foreign countries...
Chapter 4 ended with:
"Michail, you are like my second Dad, and since a couple of days I am missing you! You have two sons now, I have two little brothers, and I am sure both of them are missing you too! You are neglecting me, and I don't want you to neglect your own little boys either..."
Michail looked at me for a long time; until, slowly, his reddish eyes started to live again.
From that time on, we were together again, and I had my Big Friend back.
Chapter 5. Still too small, and too young to be our Chief Cookie?
Every morning, I stared longingly at the other kids, when they went into the woods surrounding our camp.
I tried to force my body to warn me in time, but every morning I woke up being soaking wet, and I hated myself for that.
"Be happy to be such a small boy, and enjoy your youth. Soon you will be an old man like me, and then you will be regretting your age..."
"I WANT to be like you! And I also want to enjoy my youth, by joining the other kids and setting traps in our woods!"
"I think you’re too intelligent for your age. You're only four years old; but I can talk to you as if you were a grown-up, and you are understanding everything I'm telling you. That's not normal for a boy your age. Other boys your age are playing with small pebbles and sucking on their thumbs..."
I felt frustrated, hopped off his lap, and went outside to kick a couple of trees.
Fortunately, my friends always considerately shared their food with their little Prince, who so eagerly wanted to join them.
"Yesterday, your marmot tasted better than today. I think you forgot to add a few of those yellow leaves."
"How do YOU know? You've never roasted a marmot yourself... but I think you are right, it did taste better yesterday."
"How about adding a little bit of that greenish moss I showed you last week? That with the strong taste..."
"I could try some... but if it tastes yucky, you will have to eat the rest of the animal by yourself!"
"That's okay, but only if you allow me to put some herbs onto the animal and roast it myself!"
"You know I can't allow you to do that, until you have caught your first own animal..."
"Then let me join you tomorrow! I know how to make a snare, because Misha showed me how to do it."
"You know you are not allowed to join us, until you are dry during the night..."
I was angry, left our campfire, and stamped away to kick our caravan and a couple of trees.
The next day, I was back early, and went into the bushes to look for some moss and yellow leaves.
This time, they brought a big porcupine to our campfire in triumph.
"I want you to use my herbs to improve the taste, but first you have to add a few drops of oil."
"You know you are not allowed to..."
"Yes, I KNOW I'm still wetting my diapers, but you could at least give it a try!"
They looked at each other, shuffled their feet, and hesitated...
"He IS our Prince, so maybe our rules will not apply to him so strictly? I think we should give him a chance..."
The others nodded hesitantly, and I was in heaven!
Misha offered me their bottle of oil, and I mixed a few drops into my herbs mixture to make it sticky.
A couple of bigger boys took the porcupine, and put it on a stake over our campfire to get it roasted.
All the kids started to nibble on a piece of porcupine, and now they looked at me with reverence and beaming eyes...
Suddenly, a couple of boys lifted me onto their shoulders, and carried me around the campfire in triumph:
"From now on you are our Chief Cook. Never before did we taste such delicious meat!"
I nearly cried with pride, and felt myself grow at least three inches!
From now on, my task was to collect fresh herbs every day, and I LOVED every part of it.
My Mom was a bit angry, when she detected I had 'played' with her sharpest kitchen knife...
"I have told you that you are way too young to handle such a dangerous thing on your own!"
"But MOM... I NEEDED a sharp knife, to slice my herbs. I'm our Chief Cook now, and I have to use it tomorrow again! Please..."
She looked a bit doubtful, but hesitantly offered me another sharp knife that was a bit smaller:
"I will trust you, but for heaven's sake look out not to cut your fingers instead of your herbs..."
I looked at her in disdain, took the knife, and went back to our campfire without saying another word.
That evening, my Dad took me onto his lap, holding me close:
"You are growing fast, my boy. I can vividly remember the first time your mother told me she was pregnant, and how happy I felt. Now I have you on my lap, and soon you will be married yourself and have children of your own...
I understood everything he told me, and nodded my approval while I let myself melt even more into his strong arms.
I could feel my Dad's love radiating towards me, and marveled in the nice feeling of being welcomed and loved, until it was my time to go to bed.
Thank you for reading the next chapter of my story 'Born as a Prince 1'.
Have a look at my OTHER story, about a retired psychotherapist taking the now eight years old and severely burnt little Gypsy boy into his house and raising him.
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