Illustrated by - De Eenhoorn
Illustrated by - De Eenhoorn
Illustrated by - De Eenhoorn
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Fiction<br />
Age: 8+<br />
24,5 x 17,5 cm<br />
96 pages + end papers<br />
<strong>Illustrated</strong><br />
The Blue Bird<br />
Maurice Maeterlinck | Adaptation <strong>by</strong><br />
Do Van Ranst | <strong>Illustrated</strong> <strong>by</strong> Carll Cneut<br />
A fairy calls for the help of Tyltyl and Mytyl. She is looking<br />
for the Blue Bird. The bird has to save her daughter. Tyltyl<br />
and Mytyl want to find the bird for her. Together with Dog,<br />
Cat, Water, Fire, Sugar and Bread, they first pass through the<br />
Land of Remembrance…<br />
A modern adaptation of the worldwide known, magical<br />
story <strong>by</strong> Nobel-prizewinner Maurice Maeterlinck.<br />
Themes: fairy, bird, fairy tale<br />
1.<br />
‘In fact, we are suppose to be in bed,’ Mytyl says. ‘No, we<br />
are suppose to sleep,’ Tyltyl smiles. Brother and sister have<br />
crawled out of bed. Because outside there is light. Light and<br />
sound. It comes from across the street. Rich people are living<br />
there. They are having a party. Why, Mytyl and Tyltyl<br />
don’t know. Any reason is good for a party. But they never<br />
have one.<br />
Tyltyl and Mytyl are sitting on their knees on a little stool<br />
near the window. They are looking at how the neighbours<br />
are dancing and at the shiny, sugary cookies on the table.<br />
Carriages, pulled <strong>by</strong> white horses, stop right in front of the<br />
door. People in beautiful clothes get out. Children are wearing<br />
ribbons in their hair. ‘Aren’t they suppose to be in bed?’<br />
Mytyl asks. ‘Rich people sleep less,’ Tyltyl says. ‘Why?’ ‘You<br />
can see, can’t you,’ Tyltyl says. He can’t imagine going to<br />
sleep when there are so many delicious things on the table.<br />
‘You want a piece, sis?’ In Tyltyls hand there is an imaginary<br />
cookie. ‘Hmm,’ Mytyl goes. She takes the invisible cookie,<br />
puts it in her mouth and chews on nothing. ‘<strong>De</strong>licious!’<br />
‘Hush!’ Tyltyl holds his finger in front of his mouth. ‘Quiet.<br />
When daddy hears us…’ He shows the palm of his hand. ‘I<br />
want more!’ Mytyl says. ‘Beating?’ Tyltyl asks. ‘No, cookies!’<br />
‘I have gotten twelve, sis,’ Tyltyl says. ‘There is only one left.’<br />
He gives her half. ‘Hurray!’ Mytyl yells. ‘Hush!’<br />
Then they hear knocking on the door of the cabin. Brother<br />
and sister are holding their breath. Mytyl is the first who<br />
dares to say something. ‘It is probably daddy.’ ‘Hush.’ The<br />
door opens ajar. The opening of the door is filled <strong>by</strong> somebody<br />
in a dark, long robe. Mytyl grabs her brother’s shirt.<br />
As if the light from the neighbours is turned brighter, the<br />
figure in the door’s opening becomes more and more clear.<br />
Mytyl quietly brings out a soft cry. The hairs on Tyltyls arms<br />
go stand up straight. A green dress, a red hood. A lump,<br />
one eye, a pointy chin, a crooked nose with a wart on it. A<br />
knotty stick.<br />
A fairy. ‘A fairy!’ Mytyl yells. ‘Hush!’<br />
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