The Boy of Hamelin

Hans sat under a tree, brooding. Passersby muttered their greetings, and he spat back. Misers!

He cursed himself for being a cripple. Ten years had passed since that night. He never heard that tune again.

Growing up in a children-less town sucked!



  1. A very interesting perspective on this story! Hans’ bitterness and longing really comes through. I didn’t love the last line – for me, the vernacular broke the fairy tale “vibe.”

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