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Today it's about how the chickens choose a king.
As a role model they are served by the behavior of the frogs.
But was the choice of their king a smart one?
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King Iltis by Joseph Wenzig
Once the frogs were dissatisfied with their old constitution.
They quacked and quacked until they finally,
under torture, chose the boring stork as their king.
When the chickens and hens saw this,
they didn't want to stay behind the frogs.
They thought it would be good if they also had their king.
They therefore held a general council and began to consult.
So far, everyone was of one mind.
But when it came to who should be king,
they began to quack and quack.
Because no one wanted to tolerate the other ruling over him,
but everyone would have liked to rule over the others themselves.
The hens stood up to the fight
and clashed with each other with their beaks,
so that the feathers fell apart and their combs bled.
Finally, an old wise rooster told them
that it would be best if they took king Iltis as their king.
He would be a mighty lord with strong teeth,
which everyone feared and which would create a certain peace and order.
The council pleased the hens
and they immediately sent for Iltis to sign a treaty with him.
When Iltis accepted their request,
he showed himself to be very friendly and willing.
He also promised them to protect them from the rooster,
who would carry their children,
from the rooster, who would drink out their eggs,
and from the sparrow,
who would steal the grains from their noses,
and told them to make the beautiful large hens his chamberlain
and to give them up to others.
Everyone liked what he promised,
the hens and the roosters,
and so they solemnly placed Iltis on the throne
and were glad that they had such a mighty and good king.
It did not last long,
so Iltis asked for a rooster,
and in order to not torture the roosters with obvious violence,
he decided, under a suitable pretext,
to bite a rooster to death and suck out its blood.
So he had a beautiful, fat rooster call out to him
and asked him if he could smell anything.
The rooster was of good, honest skin and said solemnly,
Forgive me, king, I smell something that stinks terribly.
This was the smell that the Iltis usually spread.
You shameless coward,
said Iltis.
Do you dare to say that to your king?
And snap, he bit off his head and sucked out his blood.
Then he had a second rooster call out to him
and asked him if he could smell anything.
The rooster, whose comrade's body was lying there without a head,
and saw the Iltis' mouth dripping with blood,
noticed that he was in a bad mood.
He began to tremble in fear of the whole body
and could not bring a word over his lips.
Why are you trembling?
asked the Iltis sternly.
It seems you have no good conscience.
Speak, what do you smell?
The rooster collected all his strength,
bent down and said with a fine, sweet voice,
My king, I smell something that smells strangely.
You cowardly traitor,
said the Iltis angrily.
Do you want to compensate your mercy with flattery?
And snap, he bit off his head and sucked out his blood.
The Iltis had had enough.
The game with the roosters alone made him happy.
So he had a third rooster call out to him
and asked him what he smelled as well.
But this one was fussy.
He saw the two bodies without a head
and noticed blood on the Iltis' beard,
but he did not do anything like that.
He bent down a few times after the game
and said carefully to the Iltis,
Forgive me, my king, the weather is bad,
I have a terrible cold.
The Iltis, who saw how cleverly the rooster pulled out of the bow,
and who could not think of anything else he could do against him,
smiled humbly
and released him
in grace.
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