In Germany, this is how the parents answer their children.
Mother: This bird carried you from far far away and give you to me. Asked me to become your mama.
Another version.
At Untergrombach
Mother: I pray to God that He will give me a baby. There is where I collect you.
anyone know other versions??
2 comments:
anyone still remember the original story of how we came about?
Like the gingerbread man, we were shape and made into our forms. (from dust ;P)
Khon: there are a lot of us like you who were pick up from the streets or rubbish bins. At least that is what are parents will say when we don't tow the line.
hhm.... how did I exist in this world...?? Papabear, do you know?? :D
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