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The Dollmäns
and the Semmelfalter
A Polio Fairy Tale by
Polios are friendly, honest and lovable creatures, they are difficult to
find these days because people never really knew how to deal with them
and they believed they need to prevent them from multiplying. Polios are
not born as such, they are born just like any other human baby welcoming
life by screaming. It is only the tiny weeny polio viruses which are
invisible to the bare eye who in their worldwide search can recognize at
once which of the newly born little humans can be granted the life of a
polio. The first cry of a newly born tells them whether the baby is a
candidate for polio or not . If so they make great efforts to get hold
of this newcomer as fast as possible. The younger, happier and the more
original the new being is the greater the chance to make him a real
polio, or sometimes even a king polio. The time needed for the viruses
to change a child into a polio appears cruel and dangerous to the
people. Once the development has come to an end people look at these new
creatures with pity and as they don’t know any different they classify
them in the catagory of the “disabled” . And as disability is something
very negative highly intelligent scientists have been trying for years
to destroy the activities of the viruses and to find out how to fight
and kill them.
But even today the very little viruses manage every now and then to
outwit the humans and to create new polios. King polios however, these
sharp-minded, clever and intelligent creatures in their tiny, crippled
and - from the human point of view - useless bodies, are impossible to
be created any more because most viruses are detected and destroyed
before they can finish their destructive work.

The king polio, that means a fully fletched and convinced polio, starts
his day in a happy mood, enjoys every minute and only does what gives
him pleasure. If male or female, king polios are not jealous, they are
happy for their fellow polios and also their fellow humans, they are
very sensitive and open for everything. In short they are the most
peaceful people on earth.
But, they have enemies, too:
The Dollmäns
Big , strong birds dressed in black plumes, huge claws and mighty beaks.
They love polios – but only to chase, to catch, to tear them up and to
devour them bit by bit. All the time they are in search of the royal
polios that have become a rare and appetizing prey, and once they have
found one they never let go of him. With penetrating, horrible screeches
they let their fellow creatures know about the presence of a king polio
and make them hurry as fast as they can. Hopping from branch to branch
or pretending not to be interested, they hobble alongside fields and
roads so they can keep close to their victim waiting for a convenient
moment to attack them. They know too well that a polio is relatively
helpless against any type of attack as the polio would never ever hurt
anybody. Thus it is very easy for them to shadow a polio which they have
spotted and as soon as he is alone, to kill him with their sharp claws
and the steel-hard beak in order to tear the tender flesh from his bones
and to satisfy their hunger for royal polios
But there are also Dollmäns with white plumage, but they are well
disposed towards polios They live by the sea and feed mainly on small
fish and other seafood. As soon as they know there is a king polio
nearby, they chase away the evil, black beasts and protect their little
friends so they may move around quite safely. As the majority of the
king polios do not live by the seaside and cannot therefore be watched
by the good white Dollmäns they are not of any particular help to the
polios. The polios live far away from the lovely sea wind, from the
roaring waves and the gorgeous sandy beaches and their protective white
guardians, and the peaceful polios live in constant fear of the black
horrors. They cannot speak about their deathly fears to anybody as
nobody would believe them. Only king polios know these dangerous enemies
which to non-polios are black birds only and do not pose any danger to
their lives. The polios would only be laughed at, and that was the most
horrible thing that a nice little but self-confident king polio could
cope with . Therefore he remains silent and keeps finding new excuses to
by-pass the road on which he sees or suspects to see the enemies.
One day there was a little infinitely content, carefree and happy king
polio lying in the meadow by the side of a wood and was enjoying the
warm evening sunshine. He had asked a friendly human to put him down at
this spot wanting to be alone with himself and nature. Everything was so
imminently peaceful, with crickets chirping merrily , with children’s
laughter in the distance sounding like music accompanied with the
woodpecker pounding the occasional beat . What a lovely concert of
remote "hahaha, hi, hi, hi - thump thump - hahaha, hi, hi, hi - thump
thump - hahaha, grahhh, grahhh, graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh... .. "
But what was that?
The king polio’s blood almost froze in his veins. Now he could see him,
just on the branch of the tree above, glowering at him with evil, greedy
eyes . And once again the monster gave this horrible, bone- penetrating
screech. And then another monster hopped through the meadow towards him
- no, not one - three, four of those feathered ghastly, gigantic
creatures moving towards him and in the trees they multiplied with
horrible speed. To jump up and run away would have been the only
salvation for the polio – but that was what he could not do.. The thin,
weak, and crippled legs were not capable, because a polio has very
little muscle strength and a king polio none at all . The little arms
were just as helpless and unable to chase away anything or anybody. The
children's laughter had faded away, not a soul was in sight. Even the
woodpecker had ceased his pounding. All the king polio could see were
those greedy eyes, which gave away clearly what was about to happen. And
all he heard was this blood-thirsty, horrible screeching.
But then – a very gentle breeze and a barely audible, faint,
high-sounding tone seemed to touch the king polio gently and soothingly.
And at that very moment, the Dollmäns flapped their wings all at the
same time. He was sure as hell they would pounce on him but instead they
escaped into all directions as if stung by a tarantula. The little king
polio could not understand what he was experiencing. For this quiet,
bright-sounding breeze had become visible, a tiny being waggling in the
air which reminded him of a roll not quite cut in two. Like the speed of
light the creature got bigger and bigger ,huge and gigantic and snatched
the escaping Dollmäns with the two cut-open parts of the bread roll. How
many of these vicious beasts had been swallowed up by this breeze of air
which became minute and tiny as fast as it had increased before, the
observer couldn’t tell. It might have been 5, or 25, whichever, none of
these murderous creatures could be seen any more .
The heart of the rescued king polio pounded wildly. This experience was
indescribable, unbelievable, incredible. But he would not confide this
experience to anybody, as nobody would believe him. The being that he
had just encountered and been rescued by had been degraded long, long
ago to a fairytale creature , labeled a mythical being or a phantom.
But the king polio realised that the legendary protector and savior of
the king polio actually did exist : the Semmelfalter !
IMPORTANT:
The Semmelfalter, there is no Latin (nor English) name for it, it is an
ancient being, invisible to all humans on this earth. Nobody should
believe he exists, nobody should talk about him. Only then will he
continue to help in dangerous situations.
Since I have a very special relationship with the king polio who has
made this experience I may – with the special approval of the
Semmelfalter - , tell this story only to YOU. Please keep it to
yourself, please do not believe me and please don’t tell anybody else !
Otherwise, the few King polios that are still around, will lose their
protectors.
Thank you !
Copyright: ( knortl99@hotmail.com )
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