- Harry AnderS -
The wonderful adventures of a little Gypsy boy
Born as a Prince 2
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.
This is book 2 'Our Lucky Mascot'; where he discovers the gadjo world outside, is imprisoned during a police raid, has his own little snow scooter, and finally travels to several foreign countries...
Book 1 chapter 20 ended with:
Everybody around us started to laugh, and many people congratulated Misha with his new job as my private teacher.
"Okay, I will teach you everything I know. Shall we start our lessons tomorrow morning?"
"I would like that, but our Wise Woman told me not to leave our camp for at least three days..."
"That's good! That way, I will be able to teach you a couple of important things in advance!"
"Okay, then I will be here on our bench early in the morning, to have my first lesson."
"Please, don't be here too early, because I think I will need a lot of beauty sleep first after all those heavy emotions..."
"Well, I'm afraid a BEAUTY sleep will be totally spilled on you..."
Misha started to tickle me mercilessly; and I shrieked with laughter and desperately tried to tickle him back.
Book 2 chapter 1: Misha is teaching me how to find my way in our dense forest.
In my first book (Born as a Prince 1 - Heir to the Throne) I've told you how I was lost in the vast forest surrounding our secluded Gypsy camp in our Rumanian mountains.
To our surprise, my Dad asked my friend Misha to teach me how to orientate in our woods!
I woke up early in the morning, feeling delighted to be Misha's pupil today.
I limped to my parents' bed, and carefully crawled in between them.
"Harry, come on, wake up and eat your breakfast! Misha is already waiting for you on our bench..."
I opened my eyes, and squinted at my Mom's face in the bright sunlight that was already shining from a window.
Many people were already gathering around our campfire, planning to visit a nearby gadjo town to try to find some work.
I forgot my cramped legs and sore feet, and hurried to the kitchen:
"Come on, Mom, hurry up! Misha is WAITING for me!"
"I've told you... Now don't be impatient and eat your breakfast. I'm sure Misha will not go away."
I wolfed my healthy breakfast down, gulped a glass of milk, kissed my parents, and hobbled outside.
"Sorry for letting you wait for so long! My parents didn't wake me up in time..."
"Yes, I know. Your Mom told me she would let you have your beauty sleep for another while, after yesterday's adventures."
"Did you enjoy your beauty sleep?"
"Oh yes, I certainly did. Of course, I don't have to be afraid to LOSE my beauty..."
Misha grinned, pulled me close, and mercilessly started to tickle me.
"Let's have a look at what I want to teach you today..."
I nodded my consent, and held my breath...
"Maybe, you thought the sun is like sort of a lamp; but, in reality, the sun is like an enormous glowing cinder from our campfire...
"Yes, I know what you mean. Only, who is blowing onto the sun to make it glow?"
"Well... that's a rather difficult question. I don't know... maybe our Supreme Being?"
Okay, some things in our lives could be a little bit too incomprehensible.
"This piece of wood is the enormous glowing cinder, the sun, floating around in Heaven, and radiating a bright yellow light.
I had to think Misha's explanation over for a while, and looked at the sun over our heads that was still glowing brightly.
"Why can't I feel our earth turning around? How come the turning around doesn't make people feel dizzy after a while?"
"Well, the earth is turning around very slowly. It's taking only one turn a day, making the sunlight create day and night."
Ah, that seemed to make sense!
"Why is there never a collision between the earth and the sun? That would put everything on fire!"
"Well... you know how sometimes a kid will attach a small pebble to a rope and sway it around? Now, imagine how the kid is the sun, and the pebble is the earth."
"Oh yeah, now I can see how it's functioning... but where is the rope? I don't see any, and doesn't the rope catch fire on the hot sun?"
"The rope is an invisible one, and it's called 'gravitation'. It's pulling everything towards the earth, that's why everything is always falling down."
Again, I had to think over such an obvious thing I had never thought of before...
"What happens if the rope breaks or He lets it slip? Then, he earth would fly away through the air, just like our pebbles are doing all the time..."
"I think our Supreme Being will catch the earth in time, and immediately attach another rope."
"But what if He's sleeping when that happens?"
"I think He will not need any sleep, because he's too busy governing everything."
"What's 'governing'? Is that the same thing as navigating?"
"I think that's the same thing, but now let's go back to my lessons..."
"Am I annoying you too much with my questions? Sorry..."
"You're not annoying me, but you're asking exactly those things I've never thought of before!"
"Sorry for being too witty. Even my Dad is complaining about it all the time. He's calling me a wandering question mark..."
Misha grinned, sat down again, and resumed our lessons.
After a while, Misha got a dry throat from all the explaining, and I was becoming thirsty from the intensive listening and asking questions.
"I'm really impressed by your ability to make everything taste so much better. It's unbelievable!"
"Thank you very much. I'm enjoying it myself as well! My mom is calling it a 'gift'."
"Can't you teach me how to do it? I surely would like to have such a gift myself..."
"I could give it a try... but first I want to know a lot more about the earth turning around at an angle, thus creating summer and winter. Why are you telling me those things?"
"Well, I think it might be necessary to understand what I'm going to teach you next. Let's go outside again."
"Okay, and I want to learn a lot more about those interesting things!"
Thank you for reading the first chapter of this story 'Born as a Prince 2 - Our Lucky Mascot'.
Have a look at my ADULT stories, about a retired Dutch psychotherapist taking the now eight years old and severely burnt little Gypsy boy into his house and raising him.
I would LOVE to receive your comments or appreciations...
I wish you lots of Love in your Life, and Profound Peace in your Heart.