(The giftedness) The forest was silent. Only the faint sound of wind in the trees could be heard, mingled in the now and the singing of a bird that had to sit somewhere in the treetops. He had tucked behind a tree and now looked out cautiously, to search the area.
Sometimes it also creaks loudly in the bushes if shy deer was startled. The sudden noise made him wince and briefly each time. Then he closed his hand instinctively tightened on a bow and arrow, which he briefly beside her on the damp, had laid with pine needles covered the ground.
right and left of him, a few meters away, he heard the soft scraping, which occurs when a person crawls slowly across the floor. He knew the guys. They were broken up before a good hour together to ferret out the enemy camp and ambush them. For about ten minutes, they were stuck in their advance, a little disoriented. The dense undergrowth them not only blocked the view of their mutual positions, but allowed them not to continue to recognize the front a bit. But
bent branches and tree stump smeared with earth had already told them that it could not be far away until they had run into the camp of the enemy. This had not been just a lot of trouble to conceal his presence. On Bach, which she had crossed a few minutes, they had also found deep footprints in the mud, which was only half-heartedly blurred.
As leader of the band, he made a sign - a short Quicken, the sound of a small forest animal similar to the one he had long practiced - and all slipped back a bit further in the direction in which they suspected the enemy.
And indeed they could soon see a few huts, not unlike theirs, which ducked under half a dozen fir trees. And when the wind turned, they heard even the smell of smoke. The enemy had to feel very safe, if he even dared to let a fire burn ... They were simple huts, equipped only with a small door. The walls and roof were made of branches and twigs that had been bound to a skeleton and condense from smaller tribes. There were no windows and instead could fold in some places a Astgebinde to let some light into the interior. It was also possible from a protected position, an attacker with a bow and arrow to move to my body. But now, all devices were folded up, another sign that they were not expected.
sat around the campfire a few figures whose facial features were illuminated by the flames and thus gave them a ghostly appearance. They talked and painted their stories with wildly gesticulating arm movements. What's it all went well? Probably to earlier adventures ...
When he was away with his buddies just a few meters from the camp, he was again a sign. As a man, they rushed with loud cries to the small group. Surprised, jumped on the opponent, but the time to take up their arms, they no longer had. One after another they fell to the ground, hit by arrows and stones.
quick return of calm returned ... an eerie silence. They could be very happy with the result, they were, but the attack and the surprise effect succeeded completely. Powerful breathing and yet somewhat out of breath, they sat down now itself around the campfire around ...
joined after a short time, the other to ...
"You ought our arrows pad out even more ..." it echoed in the background . "I've recovered in time of a bruise on the upper arm, where you met me have, you moron! "
It was the thick Jürgen, who had always something to complain about how. But because they had become accustomed, so that all fell into loud laughter.
And so went a long, eventful day of a children's summer to end. Tomorrow they would build their camps elsewhere in the forest and it was then hide in their turn to be sent .... As long as the second group would probably need to find them? But it was ultimately matter, because what mattered was the fun they had together ... and the memories that would remain to them ... until now!
Sometimes it also creaks loudly in the bushes if shy deer was startled. The sudden noise made him wince and briefly each time. Then he closed his hand instinctively tightened on a bow and arrow, which he briefly beside her on the damp, had laid with pine needles covered the ground.
right and left of him, a few meters away, he heard the soft scraping, which occurs when a person crawls slowly across the floor. He knew the guys. They were broken up before a good hour together to ferret out the enemy camp and ambush them. For about ten minutes, they were stuck in their advance, a little disoriented. The dense undergrowth them not only blocked the view of their mutual positions, but allowed them not to continue to recognize the front a bit. But
bent branches and tree stump smeared with earth had already told them that it could not be far away until they had run into the camp of the enemy. This had not been just a lot of trouble to conceal his presence. On Bach, which she had crossed a few minutes, they had also found deep footprints in the mud, which was only half-heartedly blurred.
As leader of the band, he made a sign - a short Quicken, the sound of a small forest animal similar to the one he had long practiced - and all slipped back a bit further in the direction in which they suspected the enemy.
And indeed they could soon see a few huts, not unlike theirs, which ducked under half a dozen fir trees. And when the wind turned, they heard even the smell of smoke. The enemy had to feel very safe, if he even dared to let a fire burn ... They were simple huts, equipped only with a small door. The walls and roof were made of branches and twigs that had been bound to a skeleton and condense from smaller tribes. There were no windows and instead could fold in some places a Astgebinde to let some light into the interior. It was also possible from a protected position, an attacker with a bow and arrow to move to my body. But now, all devices were folded up, another sign that they were not expected.
sat around the campfire a few figures whose facial features were illuminated by the flames and thus gave them a ghostly appearance. They talked and painted their stories with wildly gesticulating arm movements. What's it all went well? Probably to earlier adventures ...
When he was away with his buddies just a few meters from the camp, he was again a sign. As a man, they rushed with loud cries to the small group. Surprised, jumped on the opponent, but the time to take up their arms, they no longer had. One after another they fell to the ground, hit by arrows and stones.
quick return of calm returned ... an eerie silence. They could be very happy with the result, they were, but the attack and the surprise effect succeeded completely. Powerful breathing and yet somewhat out of breath, they sat down now itself around the campfire around ...
joined after a short time, the other to ...
"You ought our arrows pad out even more ..." it echoed in the background . "I've recovered in time of a bruise on the upper arm, where you met me have, you moron! "
It was the thick Jürgen, who had always something to complain about how. But because they had become accustomed, so that all fell into loud laughter.
And so went a long, eventful day of a children's summer to end. Tomorrow they would build their camps elsewhere in the forest and it was then hide in their turn to be sent .... As long as the second group would probably need to find them? But it was ultimately matter, because what mattered was the fun they had together ... and the memories that would remain to them ... until now!
memories of a time without a PC, without the Wii and without 24-hour television ... Like they had this time full of "deprivation" can survive only?
The author:
André Leyens, born in 1963, is born in the German-French Belgium. Université de Liège - Belgium - he studied engineering and graduated from the Civil Engineering Electromécanicien, Tendance Mécanique (Dipl.-Ing). After six years as a manager, he settled for the Money train coach. Today he practices, "Finance to touch" - as a consultant, trainer and guest lecturer at the European University of Applied Sciences (EUFH) Brühl. Leyens is a single father, played football and badminton in his spare time and played with friends. Another passion is reading. He is a blogger and money committed to education in finance - so that everyone can have fun and understand it: http://www.fizuma.blogspot.com/; http : / / www.av-fizuma.blogspot.com/; http://www.kids fizuma.blogspot.com /
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