hervorragenden Betreuung von Frau Prof. Maisser. Idealismus, viel Geduld und Begeisterungsfähigkeit führten zum Erfolg. Durch den per sönlichen Einsatz und die kreative Arbeit eines Lehrers wurde nicht nur den Kindern der Weg „zur Bühne" geöffnet, sondern auch die Zusammen arbeit mit Schülern, Eltern und Professoren gefördert und „Schule mitein ander" demonstriert. Veränderte Märchen im Anschiuß an die Lektüre von Thurber's "The Little Giri and the Wolf" HANSELAND GRETEL Once upon a time there were two kids walking through the wood. The boy's name was Hansel and his hair reached down to his toes. The girl's name was Gretel and she had bright pink, fluorescent tialr. The two kIds walked through the wood with trembling knees. They started to tremble but not because of the cold wind. They had run out of stuff. They left a trail of vaiium piiis to mark their way through the forest, but they didn't know that the birds had eaten up these piils. So this is why a whole lot of birds were out of their heads. But suddeniy the two kids reached a little house that was made of coke. They ran to the house and started to sniff and sniff. Hansel cried out, "Wow! It's great, Isn't it, Gretel?" "Ohyeah, man, you said it!" the littiegirl answered. When they feil down compietely wrecked on the ground, they were satisfied iike never before. Suddeniy an old witch came out of the house and shouted, "Hey, man, what's this? Gome here you!" So Hansel got up, went to the witch and stabbed her with his switch-biade. At the end it turned out beautifuiiy, you see. Moral: No old witch can be so reckless and brutal llke a junkle who has run out of stuff. RAPUNZEL Once upon a tIme there was a royal girl. She was a real beautlfui princess. She was playmate of the year. But one day she picked some coca leaves from the witch's herb-garden. Therefore the witch became angry, kidnapped her and threw her into a high tower. There, day by day she was very sad and thus she sang meiancholic a capella rock-songs. Singing in that way she combed her hair which became ionger and longer. Every day the wicked witch brought her food. But one day a rocker passed by the tower on his huge motorbike looking for the disappeared piaymate whose autograph he wanted. He heard the voice singing songs of ioneliness and melanchoiy. He decided to go up to the giri, who he imagined to be beautiful. But he couidn't get into
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