posted by tigerwolf
A long, long time atrás in a land far away, There was a monster without a name. The monster wanted a name so badly. So the monster left to go on a journey to find a name. But the world was so large that he dividido, dividir into two to make his journey. One went to the west and the other went towards the east. The monster who went to the east found a village.
At the entrance of the village there was a blacksmith. “Mr. Blacksmith, please give me your name,” said the monster. “You can’t give away your name,” the blacksmith replied. “If you give me your name, I’ll enter you and give you strength.” “Really? If you can make me stronger, then I’ll give you my name.” The monster entered the blacksmith. The monster became Otto the Blacksmith.
Otto the Blacksmith became the strongest man in the village. But one dia he said, “Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside me has become.” Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp! The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out. The monster returned to being a nameless monster.
The monster came to a castelo looking for a wonderful name. In the castle, there was a sick boy. “If you give me your name, I’ll give you strength.” “If you can cure this illness and make me strong, I’ll give you my name.” The monster entered the boy. The boy became well.
The king was so pleased! “The prince is well! The prince is well!” The monster liked the boy’s name. He also liked living in the castle. So even though he was hungry, he endured. Every dia his stomach growled, but he endured it.
However, he was so hungry that one dia he said, “Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside me has become.” The boy ate the king and even his servents. Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Chomp Chomp! Gulp!
Since there was no one there anymore, the boy went on a journey. He kept on walking for days and days. One day, the boy met the monster who traveled to the west.
“I have a name. It’s a wonderful name, too.”
The monster who went to the west said, “I don’t need a name. I’m happy even without a name.” We just have to accept that we are monsters without a name. The boy ate the monster who went to the west.
The monster finally had a name, But all the people who could call him por that name have disappeared. And Johan was such a wonderful name, too.