»Det var en udmærket Middag igaar!« sagde en gammel Hun-Muus til Een, der ikke havde været med ved det Gilde. »Jeg sad Nummer een og tyve fra den gamle Musekonge; det er ikke saa ringe endda! Skal jeg nu sige Dem Anretningerne, de vare meget godt satte sammen! muggent Brød, Fleskesvær, Tællelys og Pølse, - og saa det samme forfra igjen; det var saagodtsom om vi fik to Maaltider. Der var en behagelig Stemning og gemytligt Vrøvl, som i en Familiekreds; ikke det Mindste blev der levnet uden Pølsepindene; dem talte vi saa om og da kom det for, at lave Suppe paa en Pølsepind; hørt herom havde jo Enhver, men Ingen havde smagt den Suppe, end sige forstod at lave den. Der blev udbragt en nydelig Skaal for Opfinderen, han fortjente at være Fattigforstander! var det ikke vittigt? Og den gamle Musekonge reiste sig op og lovede, at den af de unge Muus, der kunde lave meest velsmagende omtalte Suppe, skulde blive hans Dronning, Aar og Dag skulde de have Betænknings-Tid.«
Sådan starter HC Andersens eventyr, Suppe på en pølsepind. Nu skal du finde eventyret frem og svare på nogle sprørgsmål:
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"We had such an excellent dinner yesterday," said an old mouse of the female sex to another who had not been present at the feast. "I sat number twenty-one below the mouse-king, which was not a bad place. Shall I tell you what we had? Everything was first rate. Mouldy bread, tallow candle, and sausage. And then, when we had finished that course, the same came on all over again; it was as good as two feasts. We were very sociable, and there was as much joking and fun as if we had been all of one family circle. Nothing was left but the sausage skewers, and this formed a subject of conversation, till at last it turned to the proverb, 'Soup from sausage skins;' or, as the people in the neighboring country call it, 'Soup from a sausage skewer.' Every one had heard the proverb, but no one had ever tasted the soup, much less prepared it. A capital toast was drunk to the inventor of the soup, and some one said he ought to be made a relieving officer to the poor. Was not that witty? Then the old mouse-king rose and promised that the young lady-mouse who should learn how best to prepare this much-admired and savory soup should be his queen, and a year and a day should be allowed for the purpose."
This is how the fairy tale, Soup on a sausage skewer, by HC Andersen begins. Now you have to find the fairy tale and answer some questions:
