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| [a] Lederpug RF |
What is the use of running when you are on the wrong road?
—Bavarian Proverb
No worries, though—my name is Lederhosen Pug, and I know the way (知道).
And today the way, the path, stretches amidst forests of mystery.
Grandma Pug always told the story of a strange young man who showed up on the streets of Nürnberg in 1828, claiming never to have left a cell in which he had been confined since infancy. A patron had apparently taught him to read and write, but never allowed him to leave the house. Then, at sixteen, he was turned loose in hopes of becoming a cavalry officer.
This was not even remotely possible, and not the least because he was mostly able to say only "I want to be a cavalry officer," "Horse, horse!," and "I don't know."
There's more, though. As time went on, he kept having serious accidents with knives and guns (often claiming to have been attacked, sometimes by hooded men). The claims grew preposterous, but the plot thickens all of the way to his death (from stab wounds) five years later. Take a look, and note how many further stories his "legend" inspired.
I get good and pug-scared every time I think of ol' Kaspar.
And the last thing I want to see is a Kaspar Hauser nutcracker.
Pug Mystery.
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| [b] Out of nowhere RF |
And today the way, the path, stretches amidst forests of mystery.
Grandma Pug always told the story of a strange young man who showed up on the streets of Nürnberg in 1828, claiming never to have left a cell in which he had been confined since infancy. A patron had apparently taught him to read and write, but never allowed him to leave the house. Then, at sixteen, he was turned loose in hopes of becoming a cavalry officer.
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| [c] Hidin' out RF |
This was not even remotely possible, and not the least because he was mostly able to say only "I want to be a cavalry officer," "Horse, horse!," and "I don't know."
There's more, though. As time went on, he kept having serious accidents with knives and guns (often claiming to have been attacked, sometimes by hooded men). The claims grew preposterous, but the plot thickens all of the way to his death (from stab wounds) five years later. Take a look, and note how many further stories his "legend" inspired.
I get good and pug-scared every time I think of ol' Kaspar.
And the last thing I want to see is a Kaspar Hauser nutcracker.
Pug Mystery.
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