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undine beneath crystal

Undine is a watery fairytale from Germany that has quite a bit in common with the Little Mermaid. The most famous version is by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué.

The story has a mysterious and supernatural feel, and is slightly spooky. The ending (be warned) is a little sad. There is also an undercurrent of jealousy and rivalry. All in all, it is a rich story.

Read Beautifully by Natasha.
Text by Bertie.
Classic illustrations by Arthur Rackham.


Hello, this is Natasha, and I am here with a fairytale from Germany that is both beautiful but also rather spooky. It’s about a water nymph who becomes human. The story has quite a lot in common with the Little Mermaid. Bertie says that one of the reasons he likes this tale, is that each of the leading characters each has a little story of his or her own, so listen out for those.

Undine Outside Window by Rackham

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There are many beings that we humans seldom see. For instance, there are salamanders who dance in the flames of the fire. Goblins hide away in the woods. Deep in the caves of the earth live the gnomes. And beneath the waves of the waters sprites and nymphs swim among the fish and the weeds.

Many hundreds of years ago, a fisherman lived between two supernatural worlds. His little cottage sat between a wood that was thick, tangled, and haunted, and a lake that was the home to the water nymphs. By and large the humans and the magical beings pretended not to notice each other.

Visitors to that part of the world were rare, and so when one evening when the fisherman saw the silhouette of a knight on horseback, he called to his wife to get ready to receive an guest. She prepared a tray with little glasses of spirt and a bowl of berries from the wood. The fisherman called out :

“Greetings Sir Knight, pay us the honour of a visit to our humble cottage.”

The knight was glad to find a roof where he might find food and shelter and he rode towards the fisherman’s home. By the time he reached it, the sky was already growing quite dark. The fisherman invited him to come inside. The knight sat in an armchair and put his leg up on a stool, for he had strained it. They could see that he was quite young, and good looking, if somewhat tiered from his journey. He told them that his name was Sir Huldbrand, and that he had a castle that stood on the banks of the river Danube.

While they were speaking, they heard a strange watery sound splashing against the window pain. The old man knotted his brow looked troubled.

“Is it raining? asked Huldbrand.

“No,” said the old man, as he got up and went to the door. He opened it and called out “Undine, will you never stop playing these foolish tricks? We have a visitor.”

A few moments later, a girl’s voice said something like “Don’t be so serious, father.” Huldbrand turned his head and saw a young woman of about eighteen years old stepping into the cottage. He had not expected to find anyone like her here. She was fair and beautiful.

“And who’s that?” she said with a shrug and a little point at the knight. Her manner was quite insolent, but not without charm.

“Show more respect for our guest,” chided the fisherman’s wife, who was presumably also the girl’s mother.

“Does he talk?” asked Undine, ignoring her parents discomfort.

“Forgive me,” said the Knight. “I hurt my leg when I fell from my horse in the forrest, and I am a little slow.” He clambered to his feet and gave a little bow to the girl. She smiled ironically and said:

“A proper knight, I see. And does he have a castle?”

“Undine, don’t be so rude,” said her father.

Suddenly her eyes flashed with temper. “Well be like that then,” she said. And turning promptly round she headed back through the door into the night. They could hear her running down the path.

“Fiery !” said said the Knight, almost approvingly. It was hard to tell if he was more astonished or amused by her strange behaviour.

“She has always been one like that, ever since the day we found her,” said the mother.
“Found her?” asked the Huldbrand, “So she is not your daughter?”

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“Not ours,” said the fisherman. “It is a strange story. Around fifteen years ago, I was returning from the market, and making my way through the woods. As I was nearing home, I saw my wife running towards me. I knew something was up, because she never ventures into the woods normally.

“She’s gone, she’s gone,” she was crying. I knew right away that she could only mean our darling child, our little daughter. In fact, that very day she had just turned three years old, and I had a present for her in my sack. She had wondered out of the cottage, and all that was left of her was a blue cap floating on the water of the lake. She must have drowned. Perhaps a nymph pulled her under and took her for a sister in her watery kingdom. ”

“We slept little that night, but in the morning we found, in the cot where our daughter normally slept, a little girl. But she was not ours. She was fair where our daughter was dark. She was the Undine whom you have just seen, albeit briefly. Her hair and her clothes were wet. We assumed she had fallen in the lake. Of course we accepted the child as a gift from god. Although she has always been naughty, willful, and strong headed, we have always loved her like the daughter we lost.”

The Knight was clearly fascinated by the tale. “Indeed what a strange story,” he said. “I hope she shall return because I would like to see more of this mysterious and beautiful creature.”

Just then the wind howled through the trees, and rain began to beat down on the roof of the cottage.

Undine Storm Rackham

“A storm!” exclaimed the Knight, “We cannot let her stay out such terrible weather,” and pulling his cloak over his head, he too went through the door of the cottage, and disappeared into the darkness.

The knight hobbled on his strained leg as fast as he could manage. He followed the path towards the haunted wood, as something told him that she had headed that way. But he soon found that a stream was now gushing across the path. He was about to step into the torrent, when voice called out “Do not step into the stream, it is full of mischief.” He looked up the hill. He could just make out that Undine was sitting on a little island in the middle of the stream. She was sheltered from the storm by the branches of a giant oak tree. The knight scrambled up the hill, and held out his hand to help her jump across onto the bank. “We must return home, your gentle and kind step-parents are worried about you,” he said, spreading his cloak above their heads to protect them from the rain.

“I will do as you say,” she replied, “If you promise to tell me the story of your journey through the haunted wood.”

“I shall indeed,” said the Knight, “It’s a strange story, though perhaps not by your standards, now hurry.” And they rushed as fast as they could back to the cottage.

Undine Stream

Later, as they dried out before the fire, the Knight told Undine and her parents the strange story of how he came through the woods.

“A week ago, in the city on the other side of the woods, there was a holiday and a tournament. I took part in the jousting. Among the onlookers I saw the face that I liked. She was a maiden, dark, and beautiful. I rode up and asked her for her favour. She told me:

“This sport is for boys. If you wish to win my favour, you must ride through the woods to the lake on the other side, and report back to me with news of whatever or whoever you find there.”

undine under the branches

 

I knew, of course, that the woods were supposed to be haunted, but I do not fear specters or magical creatures. The next day I set out on my quest. I set out on my quest, and indeed I found a nest of goblins living in the trunk of a great tree. They were far more afraid of me than i was of their ugly green faces and pointed ears. I rode on. But then, towards Knight, I felt a chill on my back. I looked round and saw strange white figure running towards me. My horse took fright and reared. I tried to reign him in, but I fell from my saddle. That was how I hurt my leg. The strange figure had vanished. I felt unwell, and quite chilled to the bones but I managed to gather my horse and ride on. Eventually I came out of the other side and saw the calm blue waters of the lake. That was when I knew I was near the end of my quest. I heard your kind voice offering me hospitality, and here I am. Do you find my story strange?”

Undine All Pointed

“No,” said the girl, “The white man was Kühleborn. He is a demon of the lake and the forrest and he was up to his usual tricks. i am glad you were not hurt more badly when you fell from your horse.”

But now the time for stories was over, and they all found places to sleep in corners of the cottage. In the morning the storm was still raging, and the stream had grown more fierce. It was not safe to cross, and they were cut off from the way back to the city. For the next few days, the weather did not improve, and Huldbrand and Undine spent much time together. She was less willful now, and did no more than tease her knight gently. Her step parents could see that he was very taken with her. When eventually the weather was good enough to go out, they ventured for a walk into the edge of the woods. When they returned, the Knight asked the fisherman permission to marry his step daughter, which of course he granted.

That evening, there was a knock at the door. The fisherman opened and saw that standing before him was a priest. His robes were wet. He explained that he had stumbled into the stream while crossing it.

“Father, Come in and sit before the fire,” said the fisherman kindly.
“And we have work for you todo this very evening,” declared Undine. “For you can repay my step-father’s hospitality by marrying me to my beloved knight!’

Undine insisted, as always, on having her way. She had a further surprise, for she revealed that in her little box of possessions she somehow had two gold rings that were ideal for the ceremony. That evening, when the priest was sufficiently dried out, they kneeled before him, exchanged their vows, and were married.

Undine Forrest

And that might sound like classic fairytale ending, but the story has some way to go yet. About a week later, Sir Huldbrand set out for his castle, taking his new wife and her step parents with him. The priest accompanied them too, for the evil things of the forrest respected him, and would do no them little party no harm, so long as the priest was with them. Occasionally they caught glimpses of the strange man in white, who seemed to be flittering from tree to tree, but Undine said in a low voice to her husband;

“Do not be afraid. That is Lord Kühleborn, and he is my uncle. He is pleased that I am married to you for this was his plan all along. ”

“There are so many strange things about you,” said the Knight, “that I cannot possibly hope to understand them all,”

They waked through the forrest without any untoward incidents, and on the other side he hired to carriage to take his family to the castle in comfort.

The knight installed his beautiful young wife and her family in his castle. For a while, their happiness was perfect. But before long, . In the long dark passages of the old castle, specters began to appear. The servants were terrified, and even Sir Huldbrand found that strange, eery sounds disturbed his sleep.

One morning Undine ordered some men to take a large stone and cover over the fountain in the courtyard. Huldbrand had loved the fountain since boyhood. Its water danced and played in the sunlight. He asked his wife why she had ordered it to be stopped up, and she replied,

“It will prevent my uncle, Lord Kühleborn, from disturbing us.”

And from that moment on, haunting of the castle ceased.

A few week, later, the knight received a small gift. It was a green lady’s glove, and to it was pinned a message.

Is it worthy of a Knight to forget his promise to a maiden?

And it was signed with the name, Bertilda.

 

Bertilda

 

And when he read the note, Sir Huldbrand recalled the reason that he had made the journey to through the forrest to the lake. He had been given the other glove of the pair by the maiden, Bertilda, and had promised to report to her with whatever he found in the lake by the forrest. What could he do? A knight must keep his troth. He sent word inviting her and her parents to the castle. As it so happened, they arrived on the day of Undine’s 19th birthday. Sir Huldbrand received them with Undine at his side and said:

“My Lady. You sent me on a quest to the lake beyond the woods, and asked me to show you what I found there. And here she is: my wife.”

He was not so naive as to think that Bertilda would be pleased by this news, but she smiled graciously. Her father said:

“Although I call myself the father of Bertilda, and think of her as my own daughter, in fact, many years ago I found her abandoned in those very same woods. She was wet and cold and could not say where she lived. I took her home and feared that she might die of a fever, but as you see, things turned out well. Although we cannot know her true birthday, we have always celebrated it on this very day, which is the anniversary of my finding her.”

That evening they held a double celebration, with feasting, and music and dancing. But Sir Huldbrand noticed that the wife of the fisherman was staring at Bertilda. One time when the orchestra stopped playing, she flung her arms around Bertilda and said out loud so that all could hear:

“My child!”

Bertilda pushed her away and said :

“She’s lying, it’s not true!”

But the woman insisted, “I feel it. She is my child”

“How dare you say such lies, ” called back Bertilda. “You accuse me of being the daughter of a wretched fisherman! You are a demoness!”

“She has grown wicked,” said the fisherman’s wife, “But still I know she is mine.”

“And I feel it too,” said her husband.

By now the argument was quite heated. The whole court was watching the quarrel unfold. But Undine stepped forward to embrace Bertilda. “It’s true. You are my sister,” she said, “not by birth, but because we shared the same parents who cared for us.”

Later that night, Sir Huldbrand sat alone with his wife. He said: “Now it is time for you to tell me your story.”

 

Undine Mark Like Violet

She explained that her uncle, Lord Kühleborn, had taken the little girl Bertilda away from her true parents, the fisherman and her wife. In her place, she had given them his niece, Undine. She had been born as a water nymph. Water ran in her veins, and she could change shape at will. It was her nature to be mischievous and play tricks. And yet, It had always always been her dream to know what it felt like to have a human heart. Now that he had married her, that dream had become true. She had flesh and blood and feelings. So long as his love remained true, she would remain a mortal and live by his side.

But even in the morning, the stubborn Bertilda would not accept the kindly fisherman and his wife as her true parents. They were so broken hearted, that they left the castle and returned to their cottage. Her own foster parents were angry with her, and she quarreled with them too. And yet she remained friends with Undine, and lingered on in the castle. Sir Huldbrand, Undine, and Bertilda would often go around together, walk arm in arm, and the trio were almost inseparable. And then one day, as they walked along the banks of the River Danube, Bertilda said “Oh How I wish that one day I could see Vienna!”

“Yes, wouldn’t that be just splendid ? ” agreed Undine. How could the noble Sir Huldbrand refuse the entreaties of two such beautiful ladies? He ordered for arrangement to be made, and a boat was prepared so that they could sale along the Danube to Vienna.

At first the pleasure cruise went smoothly, but then Undine’s Uncle, Lord Kühleborn, could not help but get up to his old tricks. He sent large waves to rock the boat from side to side, and made everyone on board feel sick. At night, he howled like the wind and kept them awake. Even Sir Huldbrand, was feeling quite terrible. Bertilda, who was practically green with motion sickness, complained to him:

 

Undine Black Valley

“If you had married me, a true woman, you would not have all these problems. Even if my parents truly are that wretched old couple, at least I do not have demons for relatives.”

Hulbrand, who as not at all himself, staggered up onto the deck where he found Undine staring at the choppy waves. Her face was white and her blond hair was blowing in the wind. He chided her and asked “Can’t you do anything to stop your uncle?”

Undine said simply, “I can but try.” She went to stand in the prow of the boat and called out … “My Own Uncle, Lord Kuhleborn, can you not accept that I am human now? You must leave me and my husband in peace!” Her voice had a magical, etherial quality.

And when he heard his niece, Lord Kuhleborn rose his ghostly white head out of the waters before the ship. The sailors screamed as he picked up the prow and sent them all slipping and sliding across the deck, and to the back of the boat. And at that moment, as he two was scrabbling to get a hold of a rope or a mast, Huldbrand called “Oh Why did I not marry Bertilda when I had the chance?”

 

undine ln danube by Rackham

These words went straight to Undine’s heart and shattered it. Her face was almost transparent. Her body took on a semi-liquid form, half woman, half water, and she slipped over the side of the boat and into the swirling river Danube. Huldbrand clasped the rail and called after her:

“Undine, forgive me, I did not mean what I said,” but it was too late. She was gone. The river was calm once again.

Huldbrand and Bertilda returned to the castle, and some time later they were married. One morning, Bertilda ordered the great stone to be removed from the fountain. Once again the waters played as cheerily as in Huldbrand’s boyhood. But that night, a watery apparition slid out of the well, and ran up the stairs of the castle. It flowed under the door of the room where Huldbrand slept beside his wife. The drops of water reformed themselves in the shape of a beautiful young woman. She placed her lips on the cheek of the Knight as he slept, and she kissed him. In that moment, he was dead.

And that was the story of Undine. Bertie wrote this adaptation for Storynory loosely following the novella by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué which was written in 1811. It seems that the story was a big influence on Hans Christian Andersen when he wrote the very beautiful Little Mermaid which you can hear in three parts on Storynory. I do hope that you enjoyed this watery tale and did not find it too sad. It is very beautiful.

For now, from me, Natasha Bye Bye !

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79 Responses to “Undine”

  • Shubham says:

    Hello Bertie my birthday is coming up on the 27 so I would like you to put some of the stories tomorrow not any other day

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Ellie so glad you enjoyed this story. It’s interesting to learn how you are reading it wrapped up in Nepal.

  • Ellie says:

    Hi Bertie! I luv this story toooo much than other stories I’ve read till now in the storynory and I mean it. It’s…………………… wonderful. It’s been very cold and rainy day today in Nepal and reading this story while being wrapped in the blanket has been toooo good and cool.

  • Leila says:

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  • Leila says:

    This was a good story but why did he die in the end that was very sad I liked the story though I think it would be better if he Haden’s died and had a divorce with batila I don’t like her! She is mean even to her own parents I thought undine was cool until she killed him…. But why would she do that

    Please reply

    Urs truly leila~

  • Leila says:

    This was a good story but why did he die in the end that was very sad I liked the story though I think it would be better if he Haden’s died and had a divorce with batila I don’t like her! She is mean even to her own parents I thought undine was cool until she killed him….

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Risa, yes this is a very delicate and lovely story.

  • Risa says:

    Dear Berty I thought that this story was so lovely

    Please respond

  • Eric says:

    I love the story please put more Katie stories

  • Unknown says:

    It is such a sad story but lol I wanna hear again and again it is romantic <3 but yet sad
    Thank you,Bertie for telling us stories.
    Please add more though I love your stories!

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Faithy, The Snow Queen is one of my favourites.

  • faithy says:

    hi Berti my names faith i would love to ask what is your fav story out of of all of them i would like to know so i can listion to it as well
    please reply Faithy

  • Lottie says:

    it’s a lovely story but its also very sad.Bertie,could you please add some more stories?

  • hi says:

    Britney is lying for sure! She isnt the singer. I like this story anyway.

  • Princess says:

    I liked the story, it was OK. I’ve read better ones though. Oh, and I don’t understand why Huldbrand died.

  • Britney Spears says:

    Hey guys!
    I love this story
    Jennifer Lopez told to to go on this site
    I’m Britney Spears the singer! :)

  • alishba says:

    its very nice sweet and beautiful……..

  • maryanne says:

    why did he die?

  • Joaie says:

    Thanks very much for the story it was good I love it but it is sad

  • Joaie says:

    I love the story but it is sad

  • Anonymous says:

    I love the story but it is sad

  • read says:

    oh!! wow I was born in germany!!!! but I’m not german well it’s a good story though :) well bye!!!!

  • tricky says:

    A sad story, but it is very great

  • Anonymous says:

    :( :( :( :( :( :( :( ::(:( : ( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( nice .story. very. sad. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:(:(:(*:(:(:(::( :( :( :( :( :(

  • Q.Rachel says:

    It’s such a gloomy tale. i don’t really get why Undine, in one way or another, killed the knight with her watery kiss. Maybe she felt resentment towards the unfaithfulness of the knight when he ended up getting married to Bertilda. This ending somehow leads me to think that perhaps the stupid indecisive young knight deserved that. He had to pay for everything he had done. Undine just paid him back. Anyway, this is still a very depressing ending. Thanks!
    By the way, this is the very first time I have ever written a comment on storynory although I have picked up several stories and tales from your website, Bertie. And hey, Bertie, you have an extremely gorgeous actor, I mean Natasha. I wish I could read and tell a story as beautifully as you.

  • Morgan says:

    Sad but lovely! Was Undine the one who killed the prince?

  • Cassandra says:

    I love the story but it’s sad and I love fairytales.

  • butt master says:

    great!!!!!

  • Beatrix says:

    I appreciate so much the story and the drawings, both are very beautiful, and Natasha’s voice is wonderful.

  • oatmeal says:

    natasha, what kind of amazing person are you, that allows you to speak to animals and people? if you can understand bertie, and talk to humansa, why havent you told anybody about what the wicked queen did?
    please reply,
    Oat
    X

  • Mary says:

    I don’t like the knight he was being thoughtless and selfish he only ever thought of what would be best for him and didn’t think twice before saying he didn’t like undine anymore and wanted to marry bertilda!
    Poor Undine a water nymph once more AND broken hearted!!!! :(

  • mrs wee bum says:

    lovely

  • Supercow160 says:

    Dear Natasha I LOVE THIS STORY PLEASE READ THE HOBBIT

  • Anonymous says:

    Noe

  • Mary says:

    Is this story a myth. I need to know ASAP because I have homework to give in on Wednesday and it has to be about a myth

    Reply soon Bertie thanks
    Mary

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  • Anonymous says:

    so sad

  • (^ᴥ^) says:

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  • (^ᴥ^) says:

    HOBBIT IS AN AWESOME BOOK!

  • (^ᴥ^) says:

    Can you guys read the Hobbit?

  • (^ᴥ^) says:

    Whoo! Nice!

  • Jona says:

    Nice! :)

  • tania says:

    I don’t have a Website but I am going to make one.
    All because of storynory.
    My Wbesites mane is,
    http://www.youngbooklovers.com.
    I am only 9 years old, and I come from India.
    I do not know if I can manage this thing or not, but I will try. this is all because of you you,you,you and your teem
    I said that I am not sure if I can manage this, because I am blind.
    love Tania D’souza.I am proude of you and your teem.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • tania says:

    My name is Nisha in reall life.
    But I always wish that my name should be Tania.
    So Bertie, can you please call me Tania?
    PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPpllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee????????????

  • tania says:

    I thought it would be lovely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to listen to the story of Undine.
    But, oh no It turned out so sad.
    Great story any way who loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

  • Lolita says:

    It’s so so sad. I love this one. Awesome sad story!!!

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Dear Bertie does the time show the time where you live? Because i live in America and the time is not mountain time please reply thank you ps in the comment please tell what your favorite movie is and your favorite color is and your favorite thing thx. [cars bye*]

  • Alexis says:

    Bertie, Natasha, Elizabeth, Hugh and Storynory Staff,
    This story is amazing. Also, my birthday is coming up on the 13th June. It would be great if you uploaded some story for my birthday. I’d be very happy, because I love writing stories myself. Stories make images- places, people, don’t you agree? It makes my mind go wild into imagination. Please, please, please write a poem, song or story for my birthday! It would mean everything to me.
    Alexis.

  • (*ᴥ*) says:

    Awesome!

  • AdorableGirl says:

    I loved it!!!!!!!!!!

  • Nisha says:

    My comment : oooooooooooooooooh so sad means that I never new that it was going to be so sad.
    Bertie if that’s hurting you, I say, sorry a thousand times.
    I didn’t want to hurt your fealings I really, really didn’t.
    I mean it.

  • Nisha says:

    nice I love watery stories

  • Nisha says:

    oooooooooooooooooooooooh so sad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Or just read the story of u turn back into a prince and the when you and princess Beatrice have adventures
    Thank u : )

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Carsonline,

    I read all the comments before approving them. Very occasionally I miss something. If you see a bad word, do let me know. I used to have an automatic filter with lots of very bad words in it, but some people are quite cunning at trying out different spellings. So in the end, I just had to move over to reading everything first.

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Bertie can u please tell a story

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Bertie how old are u

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Tell us about your secret mission Bertie pleeease

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Dear Bertie u know how people type bad words on comments well I think u should make something that blocks the bad words ps I’m 8 years old and i know a lot of bad words please reply
    :) and if u make that thing please say something like give a big hand to carsonline1 and tell with your reply if u like Star Wars or not
    Tell me why or why not

  • Bertie says:

    Thank you all for your comments. Sorry I was on the move yesterday (on a secret mission) and unable to approve the comments, so lots of you thought you were first off the mark. But thank you for listening ! I am glad most people like this story.

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Both comments say star spangled banner because I did not see my first comment

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Im the first one to submit a comment!!! :) best story ever! THE stream has mischief sounds cool can u please make a story like Star Wars and can u make a star spangled banner song please reply

  • Carsonline1 says:

    Im the first one to submit a comment!!! :) best story ever! THE stream has mischief sounds cool by the way can u please make a star spangled banner song Bertie please reply

  • princess padmavati says:

    how beautiful

  • yo man awesome says:

    Great story N*

  • Guinea pig says:

    Cool!

  • mary says:

    first comment whoo

  • :( says:

    First comment !!! GG!!

  • jack says:

    great story bertie. FIRST COMMENT YEAH !!!!

  • Cathlin says:

    It is good numder one comment!

  • PrincessE says:

    Dear Bertie I love it I think it’s good do you?

  • Elisa says:

    Great story, but so sad!

  • PrincessE says:

    First comment

  • wendy says:

    love it

    PS: please reply quickly

  • Stella says:

    Wow! I love it! I never new there was a German mermaid story. =)

  • rockstar says:

    first comment whoo this story is almost so boring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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