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The Precious Gift Called Life



Mirza Jahic
Professor Deck
EWRT 1B:62z
11/09/2003


My purpose for the examination and analysis of the fairy tale Frau Trude and my re-write of that particular fairy tale, is to explain my obsession with it and second, to inform and maybe even educate readers by using my knowledge and experience as a “young person” to relate this particular story to people all ages, who need help or just want to be inspired just as much as I was. Pretty much every fairy tale ever written is intended for a lesson or simply a tool to help parents or any individual who is continuously trying to become oriented and find his/her way or simply deal with the kids who just won’t listen. Now if you are a parent or a confused, misguided individual (not pointing fingers here) I think that I might be able to help you out by…well, read on and I might tell you.


            The name of the fairy tale Frau Trude is by itself, somewhat frightening. Fairy tales, legends or stories in general, in my opinion, are more exciting and an individual tends to focus more IF the story is somewhat frightening or has a twist to it. It imprints itself in the memory of the reader and clings on forever, not on a conscious level but on a deep subliminally unconscious level that acts sort of as a guide throughout the life of an individual. This particular fairy tale has both, it’s scary and it has a twist – a very education twist (in my eyes at least). We deal with the girl (the main character) her parents (which we assume are two people), Frau Trude, 3 men and of course, the devil.
This fairy tale is definitely educational but the beauty of it is that the moral of the story or the education part that I’ve mentioned above, is in fact in the eyes of the reader him/her self.

            The story begins with a struggle between the girl and her parents. Keep in mind that this story is packed with metaphors and subliminal messages but not to worry, as I will in detail describe every one of them. The writer specifies this and wants the reader to know this for a fact by making it obvious by including hints such as “…she did not obey them (parents)…obstinate…,…inquisitive…” (Hunt 1) and of course making the reader aware that the girl is stubborn and curious, such as any kid…especially a problematic one (not always but we will assume for the sake of this fairy tale). She does not listen to the parents, similar to most of the kids these days and continues to visit Frau Trude, like she intended. After arriving she mentions that she saw “a black man on your steps. That was a collier. Then I saw a green man. That was a huntsman. After that I saw a blood-red man. That was a butcher” (Hunt 1). She is judging on her own, without experience or advice from her parents and as she approaches Frau Trude she says”…saw not you, but, as I verily believe, the devil himself” (Hunt 1), at this point she realized what she had done. She had thought and wanted to find out for herself, she judged wrong and as any child, inappropriately causing her this troubling situation. Frau Trude, the mean woman that she truly was, changed the little girl into “a block of wood” (Hunt 1), with it meaning usually stupid or intellectually challenged, and threw the girl (or the piece of wood) into the fire. The fairy tale ends perfect in my opinion. We see that Frau Trude is cold, cold as in cold hearted, evil, and we get this from the statement “warmed herself by it” (Hunt 1). The line that bought it all home was when Frau Trude said “that shines bright for once” (Hunt 1) and this basically means that the girl finally did what she was expected or supposed to do and that is…shine bright.

            That story honestly did strike a sensitive spot with me, which is unusual because I am not usually affected by fairy tales. The following is my “edited” story of the fairy tale above.

            There was once a young boy inexperienced in the game of life who thought that he could take on the whole world by himself, without the aid or support from anybody but himself. The boy was brought up with the usual aspects of loneliness, conquering, achieving and implanted statements into his head, never to give up regardless of the situation. Young and stupid, was he called by his family because of his quick ways of getting into trouble, never listening to advice of the elderly that have been trough the same as he is going trough right now. His parents told him not to hang out on the east side of San Jose, his parents told him not to hang around the gangs that roam that area, but his obstinacy and his stupidity were his weaknesses. One day he went to a party hosted by those gangs, curious of what will go on and ignoring his parents’ advice, he declined into a point of no return. He saw a girl that was sixteen and pregnant, smoking and drinking. He saw a boy, thirteen years old, holding a gun from his older brother and cursing like a sailor. He saw a gun, pointed…but at what…next thing he saw was smoke and blood, the next thing…darkness. Maybe it was for the better; maybe it was for worse…18 years old, boy your life in front of you, now gone. You should have listened…

                       














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