Since the beginning of the 14th century tell the ancients Children, each time through the winter, the legend of the snow woman. It was the third winter with much frost and snow. Marburger lived alone in the forest, a snow woman whose husband had it done last spring not being received back into the cold hole in the ground. The snowman had melted. The snow woman woke up from their summer sleep, stirred and stretched until the hunger led them to light. After a few bites of delicious powder snow, she went in search of a new male counterparts, because it was the tradition in the snow people. A snowman or a snow woman should never spend a winter alone. Many people built this nature, but the real lived on the Forest clearings, they go stumped. The first clearing was as yet, it was just the beginning of winter and many fellows were still sleeping. On the second clearing, she noticed movement in the snow, they cautiously approached what was there struggling and sad sounds. It was a small moose. He had lost his mother at the hunter, and was still not large enough to come alone to cope with the first snow. The snow woman spoke soothingly to the small and softly stroked his fur. He quickly took trust in this, for him, unknown creatures. He willingly allowed themselves to create a rope and followed the snow woman behaved. They had planned the little help. The days and Weeks passed, the small stature and very quickly learned a lot. The two had managed to find some kind of communication, so that one always knew what the other wanted. The wife enjoyed the snow with the little moose through the snow to great, but forgot to find a fellow and so began the winter, to adopt. The snow woman brought the now powerful Jungelch to the lake, told him what we could do it all here, they decided it was time to separate, because the spring was at hand. After a sad farewell, they left behind a moose at the lake and gifted to the spot where her husband was at the time of her. She stood there and let nature take its course, until they had melted. Since the return each year, people dress up to the lake back as moose and snow woman, to revive the legend of the snow woman. It is, if you are very still, one could hear the quiet, sad cries of elk on the lake shore in the wind. Only listens .... A merry feast wishes you all your Mak ** The story is of me, so my property, who they would like to copy, let me please ask first via comment or e-mail. In case of publication please send me a source.
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