This is the story of Little Grasshopper. In Dresden, not far from the Terrace on the
Elbe, stands a large stone house. One
sunny July morning Herr Feland was sit-
ting there in his easy chair, and holding such a
large newspaper in front of him that nothing at
all could be seen of his face.
Opposite him sat his wife in a white morning
cap. From time to time she poured a little water
from the singing kettle on the fragrant coffee in
the coffee-pot. Breakfast was about to be
served.
Then the door opened and two little girls
entered...