Der Schäfer: Eine Geschichte aus der Stille

In a sun‑drenched heath, a solitary fir stands tall like a steadfast youth, its branches scented with the fresh breath of summer. Below its shade three lively girls—Ann‑Gret, Trin and Dortchen—push a tiny, red‑painted carriage that creaks over the grass, while a curious little boy, Jachl, clutches a makeshift harness, his cheeks flushed with excitement. A shy hare watches from the reeds, wary of the looming, humble cottage where Mother Bohn keeps watch over her modest home.

The children’s play spirals from splashing in a sparkling brook to a light‑hearted chase across stones, their laughter echoing the simple joys of an untroubled day. Mother Bohn, tender yet wary, gathers the group with gentle verses sung in her dialect, reminding them of the world beyond the meadow. As the sun paints the landscape in shimmering gold, the story captures a fleeting, heartfelt portrait of childhood, nature, and the quiet bonds that hold them together.