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Once upon a time there lived in Leiferde a young farmer's son who was such a Sunday child. He heard about the golden cradle and how to get it. On a bright Good Friday night he went up the Wohlenberg and actually found the blue flower, which no one had ever seen before. He made a note of the spot and came back the next night with two friends, packed with spades, shovels and ropes. No one should speak a word, he had impressed on them. They searched in vain for a long time, but when they came to the right place, the blue flower opened and shone, even though it was night. This had to be the right spot! Immediately they started digging, soon they came across something hard. They carefully cleared away the soil and roots, finally with their bare hands. As they stepped aside and the moonlight fell into the pit, their eyes were dazzled by the splendor and beauty of the cradle. They carefully attached ropes. Nobody said a word. But, when the heavy cradle still had to be lifted a little bit, someone could no longer hold the rope. The rope slipped and he cried out. The cradle sank back into the earth, the pit closed above it without leaving a trace. Since that time the cradle has disappeared and nobody has tried to bring it to light again. | Once upon a time there lived in Leiferde a young farmer's son who was such a Sunday child. He heard about the golden cradle and how to get it. On a bright Good Friday night he went up the Wohlenberg and actually found the blue flower, which no one had ever seen before. He made a note of the spot and came back the next night with two friends, packed with spades, shovels and ropes. No one should speak a word, he had impressed on them. They searched in vain for a long time, but when they came to the right place, the blue flower opened and shone, even though it was night. This had to be the right spot! Immediately they started digging, soon they came across something hard. They carefully cleared away the soil and roots, finally with their bare hands. As they stepped aside and the moonlight fell into the pit, their eyes were dazzled by the splendor and beauty of the cradle. They carefully attached ropes. Nobody said a word. But, when the heavy cradle still had to be lifted a little bit, someone could no longer hold the rope. The rope slipped and he cried out. The cradle sank back into the earth, the pit closed above it without leaving a trace. Since that time the cradle has disappeared and nobody has tried to bring it to light again. | ||
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