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The Dwarf Nosey
by
He lay on the divan and looked around him in astonishment. “Really, how true one’s dreams do seem!” said he to himself. “Just now I should have been willing to swear that I was a mean little squirrel, the companion of Guinea-pigs and other low creatures, and from them exalted to be a great cook! How my mother will laugh when I tell her all this! But may she not scold me for going to sleep in a strange house, instead of hurrying back to help her at the market-place?”
So thinking, he got up to go away; but found his limbs cramped, and his neck so stiff that he could not move it from side to side. He had to laugh at himself for being so helplessly sleepy; for every moment, before he knew it, he was striking his nose on a clothes-press, or on the wall, or knocked it against the door-frame when he turned around quickly. The squirrels and Guinea-pigs were whining around him, as if they wanted to accompany him, and he actually gave them an invitation to do so, as he stood upon the threshold, for they were nice little creatures; but they rushed quickly back into the house on their nutshells, and he could hear them squeaking from a distance.
It was a remote quarter of the city into which the old woman had led him, and he had difficulty in finding his way out of the narrow alleys; besides, he was in the midst of a crowd who seemed to have discovered a dwarf in the vicinity, for all around him he heard shouts of: “Hey! look at the ugly dwarf! Where does the dwarf come from? Why, what a long nose he has! and look at the way his head sticks into his shoulders, and his ugly brown hands!” At any other time, Jacob would willingly have joined them, as it was one of the delights of his life to see giants or dwarfs, or any rare and strange sights; but now he felt obliged to hurry back to his mother.
He was rather uneasy in his mind when he arrived at the market. His mother still sat there, and had quite a quantity of fruit in the basket; so that he could not have slept very long after all. But still he noticed, before reaching her, that she was very sad, as she did not call on the passers to buy, but supported her head in her hand; and when he came nearer he thought her much paler than usual. He hesitated as to what he should do, but finally mustered up courage to slip up behind her, laid his hand confidingly on her arm and said: “Mother, what is the matter? Are you angry with me?”
His mother turned around, but on perceiving him sprang back with a cry of horror.
“What do you want with me, ugly dwarf?” cried she. “Be off with you! I will not stand such tricks!”
“But, mother, what is the matter with you?” asked Jacob, in a frightened way. “You are certainly not well; why do you chase your son away from you?”
“I have already told you to go your way,” replied Hannah, angrily. “You will get no money from me by your jugglery, you hateful monster!”
“Surely, God has taken away her understanding!” said the child, sorrowfully, to himself. “What means shall I take to get her home? Dear mother, only be reasonable now; just look at me once closely; I am really your son, your Jacob.”
“This joke is being carried too far,” cried Hannah to her neighbor. “Only look at this hateful dwarf, who stands there and keeps away all my customers, besides daring to make a jest of my misfortune. He says to me, ‘I am your son, your Jacob,’–the impudent fellow!”
Upon that Hannah’s neighbors all got up and began to abuse him as wickedly as they knew how–and market-women, as you know, understand it pretty well–ending by accusing him of making sport of the misfortune of poor Hannah, whose son, beautiful as a picture, had been stolen from her seven years ago: and they threatened to fall upon him in a body, and scratch his eyes out, if he did not at once go away.