Young Frankenstein by Gilbert Pearlman

Author:Gilbert Pearlman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The monster had been wandering through the woods all day, lost, when in the early evening he came upon a modest cottage. The little house appealed to him. The thatched roof had a soft, springy look and he thought about what fun it would be to jump on it. There was a small vegetable garden that would make a nice meal for him. And, for dessert, the flowers that grew almost everywhere in the yard.

Drawing nearer to the house, but being cautious because of his earlier experiences with human beings, the monster heard voices. The sounds had a pleasant tone. When he reached a window, he peeked in. A kindly-looking little old lady and little old man were inside. The woman was ironing, clearly enjoying that homey task, and the man was stacking logs into the woodbox.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," the monster said, expressing delight.

"A vind is coming up," he heard the man say.

"Is that vat that vas?" the woman responded. "I thought your stomach vas acting up again."

"Tank God you put Helga to bed," the man said. "Vis all dese rumors of monsters, I take no chances. I remember da last time."

"But, Papa," the woman said, "I told you I vas turning the roastbraten. Don't you remember? I asked you to put Helga to bed."

"I didn't hear you ask me."

"Vell, I did."

"Den, if you didn't put her to bed, and I didn't put her to bed, nobody put her to bed," the man said, alarmed.

"And if nobody put her to bed, she's not in bed! Oh, Papa, were is she?"

"No, Mama, don't be frightened," the man said, his face ashen with fear. "Don't tink about monsters."

"Who's linking about monsters?"

"I am!" the man said. "You should hear da stories dey're telling in the village. Dey would make your blood run cold." He shuddered. "But try not to tink about it," he said.

"Papa! Do something! Our little girl!"

The man went to the door and opened it and called out into the evening dimness. "Heeeelga!"

The monster joined the couple in listening. There was no reply.

"Heeeelga!" the man called again. "Heeeelga!"

No answer.

"Go to the bathroom!" the woman said.

The man looked down at his trousers. "Am I-"

"To look for Helga, I mean!" the woman told him.

The man hurried back across the room, then disappeared through a doorway. But when he returned a few seconds later his face was still ashen with fear.

"Not dere," he reported. "Mama, maybe she is at a neighbor's house."

"Oh, I hope so, Papa! I'm afraid-"

"Mama, don't be afraid. I told you, don't tink about monsters." He headed for the door again.

"Vat can I do, Papa?" the woman asked.

"Go on vis da ironing," he told her, departing. "It vill keep your mind off monsters."

When the man had gone, there was nothing to hold the monster's interest. Ironing for ironing's sake just wasn't that fascinating. So he moved on, following a path that led back into the woods.

Before long, he came to a small clearing. It appeared to be a child's playground. A swing hung from a tree limb.

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