The Blue Bird Page #3

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he will know all, he will see all'

and we will be completely at his

mercy.

Dear me, how very alarming.

We've got to stop them'

so they never find the Bluebird!

- Don't say that!

- Why not?

We must obey Man. We must do what

he tells us.

Give us the reasons.

There are no reasons.

I love Man, that's enough!

Hooray for Man!

You do one thing against him'

I'll throttle you first

and go and tell him everything.

Hurry back.

Goodbye.

I can't see anything, can you?

Perhaps you must turn the diamond?

- What?

- Still nothing.

Light said we'd see

grandma and grandpa.

Perhaps she was wrong.

Mytyl, look.

Don't you recognize it?

I don't know. I can't remember.

Yes, I can, Tyltyl!

It's grandpa's cottage.

Grandpa? Stop sleeping!

Wake up, Grandpa!

What? What is it? What's up?

- Don't you feel anything?

- Feel what? I am half asleep.

It's Mytyl and Tyltyl.

They're thinking of us.

So they are.

- Here we are, Grandma!

- Grandpa, here we are!

I'm not up to running much.

It's me rheumatics.

My dears!

Oh, how tall and strong you've grown.

- Little Mytyl!

- Come here, Mytyl.

And you come to me.

How sweet you smell.

Kiss me again.

And what about me?

Come kiss your old grandfather.

Are your mommy and daddy all right?

Well, they were asleep when we came

out.

You haven't changed a bit, Grandpa.

Neither has Grandma.

- We stopped growing older.

- But you two have changed!

Come, let's take

a look at you.

Come along to the mark on the door

where we measured you last time.

Stand straight. That's right.

Oh, four fingers! My, how you've

enlarged! You come along here now.

Four and a half! Oh, you are enlarged!

My, how you've grown!

Oh, if youd only come see us more

often.

We're always here, you know, waiting

for a visit from those who are alive.

Every time you think of us'

we wake up and see you again.

You mean it's enough just to think?

- Didn't you know that?

- No.

The living, they never learn anything.

Do you sleep all the time?

It's good to sleep

when life is done.

It's good to wake up sometimes, too.

Any holes in your stockings to darn?

No.

Nothing here, either. What a shame.

I used to do all the sewing, you know.

Yes, I remember.

Remember my apple tarts?

And the cabbage soup?

- I always ate too much.

- He always made himself sick.

So he did, so he did.

- Would you like some now?

- Yes, sure.

Come along then.

There you are.

How good it smells.

Not as good as the soup I used to

make, though.

Nothing's as good as it used to be.

It's all too easy.

When you've been a mother

and a housewife'

Paradise is too like Sunday

To be true.

It's not bad at all, this Heaven'

But it's not quite life.

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