A short story about the soother
David is a dangerous buccaneer, the sandbox and the small tree have been his pirate ship for weeks now. Pluto accompanies him, he is a chef or helmsman, as need would have it.
Today, David has to climb up high on the mast, for hostile boats are approaching. Of course, Pluto can’t come with David, since he’s not a cat. “Ahoy” shouts David from up above, and Pluto waggles his tail. Suddenly – thump! – David’s foot slips off the little branch, he looses his grip and lands in the sand box. Ouch, that hurts! Pluto is immediately on the scene, barking loudly. Mum comes outside and looks at the bruise. “It is not that bad”, she consoles him, “come with me, little pirates”.
She treats the wound with a plaster and fetches a small box with pastilles. “Here, my little sea-devil. These are made from plants which were already known to the pirates of old. They may not be from the sea, but they are Bach flowers. And these soothers take the fright off you as fast as a fresh breeze blows in your sails.”
She tries to wipe off a tear from her son’s cheek. “Mum!” says Max crossly, “pirates don’t cry. These pastille candies are good, but now I have to go and take care of my ship. Come on, Pluto!”
