The snow fell softly on Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. Frost decorated the window panes in flowery patterns and candlelight flickered in the windows of some of the buildings, where people had already started work. Clunk, went the stamp. Clunk! Stamp it and pass it on… The butterfly grabbed it and dashed off….
The sea was calm and still and the snow fell softly on Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. Suddenly, the silence was broken. “You!” the butterfly girl ordered angrily. “Come here!” Chests stuck out, the butterflies were marching up and down in their official capacity as Santa’s Little Helpers. Martha’s finger was pointing at…
Loads of snow fell at the North Pole. The darkness was only broken by the lights of Santa’s Secret City. All of a sudden, the sirens went off, “Eeee-oooh, Eeee-oooh, Eeee-oooh!” emergency alert! The noise instantly woke Martha, Darfo, Johnny and Sonya. They leapt out of their four-storey bunk bed, dashed up the spiral staircase…
The snow fell softly and endlessly. The magical office was filled with the smell of freshly baked biscuits. Candlelight flickered, fending off the darkness. The butterflies sat on the little table in front of Father Christmas. Their legs dangled over the edge. The time had come. Luckily for the butterflies, they had lost all concept…
The snow fell softly on Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. The snowflakes allowed themselves to be carried by the light breeze until they found a nice place to settle. Secretly, ever-so secretly, the fluttersome secret agents crept into Santa’s bedroom. “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!” snored Santa. “Hee, hee, hee!” “Ssshhhh!!!” The electric blue fireflies held their…
The farmers were brought back to the field by their wives. On their return, they were quite surprised to find that their machines were still in place, but the workshop truck had already left. They had been gone for almost two hours, but the mechanics hadn’t contacted them at all. „They said they would call…
The cameraman had already been on a break for almost two hours. The Tumbawunda Valley was a breathtaking place, he was quite certain of that. He had such a wonderful view from his position here at the edge of the field. When he got home to his friends, he would tell them all about it….
The golden-orange midday sun had reached its usual place in the sky, the dust clouds whirled over the fields. The farmers were busy cultivating their land. Their heavy machines were groaning and working every inch of earth, thanks to all the technological progress over the years. The fields in the middle of the Tumbawunda Valley…
