von Peter Griffith
Horace, der Sohn eines reichen Kaufmannes liebt Spiele und verliert schnell sein ganzes geerbtes Geld. Aber dann findet er eine magische Truhe, die fliegen kann. Sie bringt ihn in ein fernes Land, wo er auf einem Schloß landet und die wunderschöne Prinzessin Doris trifft. Sie wollen heiraten und alles in Horaces Leben ist perfekt… oder?
Wenn Horace nur nicht so dumm wäre!
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Textauszug aus 'The Flying Trunk'
| Mrs W: | This is my dog, Joris |
| Horace: | Hello Joris |
| Dog: | Grrrr. Woof! |
| Horace: | Tell me about Princess Doris. - is she very beautiful? |
| Mrs W: | Well yes, she is a princess. She is very beautiful. But you can’t see her. |
| Horace: | I can’t see her? Why not? |
| Mrs W: | Because she is in the castle. And she never comes out. |
| Horace: | The princess is in the castle and she never comes out. Why? |
| Mrs W: | You said this was the last question. |
| Horace: | Oh - yes, all right. Sorry. |
| Mrs W: | Oh, all right, one more question. Joris… why doesn’t the princess ever come out of the castle? |
| Dog: | Lerff! |
| Mrs W: | You understand? |
| Horace: | Er... not quite. |
| Mrs W: | Oh dear. Joris, the silly man wants to know, why doesn’t the princess ever come out of the castle? |
| Dog: | Lerff! |
| Mrs W: | That’s right - love. Well done, Joris, who’s a good little doggie? |
| Horace: | Love? |
| Mrs W: | Yes, love. A prophet said that the princess will be very unhappy because of love. So she never comes out of the castle. |
| Horace: | Poor princess... |