"
"Oh, he often threatens innocent people," Kurt replied. "Listen to a
true description of him."
A SONG ABOUT MR. TRIUS, THE BOY BEATER.
Old Trius lives in our town,
A haughty man is he,
And every one that he can catch
He beats right heartily.
Old Trius wears a yellow coat,
It's very long and thick,
But all the children run away
At sight of his big stick.
Old Trius of the pointed hat
He wanders all around,
And if he beats nobody, why
There's no one to be found.
Old Trius thinks: To spank a boy
Is really very kind,
And all he cannot hit in front
At least he hits behind.
Old Trius makes a pretty face
With every blow he gives.
He'll beat us all for many years,
I'm thinking, if he lives.
The mother could not help smiling a little bit during the perusal, but
now she said seriously: "This song must under no condition fall into Mr.
Trius' hands. He might not look at it as a joke, and you must not offend
him. I advise you, Kurt, not to challenge Mr. Trius in any way, for he
might reply to you in some unexpected fashion. He has his own ways and
means of getting rid of people."
Kurt was very anxious to get his mother's permission to run about that
same evening by moonlight with his friends, and his mother granted it
willingly.
"I hope you are not going on one of the unfortunate apple-expeditions I
hear so much about," she added.
Kurt quite indignantly assured her that he would never do such a thing.
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