"Max und Sternchen" campaign in full swing

The countdown was on. Anja wrote and painted the poster. She had practiced for so long that Max and Sternchen now actually look like horses.
On Friday afternoon Marion, Carlotta and the twins went to the Ziererhof to polish the horses. Under Marion's and Carlotta's guidance, they were groomed, combed, and brushed until they shone. Then the girls tied bows in their mane and tail, blue for Max, pink for little stars.
"You could perform with the two of them in the circus," Carlotta said happily.
When it got dark, the girls dragged an old desk out of Marianne's room through the park and down the street. Tomorrow morning they would transport him to Anja's wheelchair. The poster was rolled up and ready. Elli had got enough flowers from Mr. Holzbauer to make Halbe Stadt happy. The caretaker was a taciturn man who barely got his teeth apart, but he was much friendlier than he first appeared.Samsag had always been free of classes in Lindenhof. If you didn't show up for breakfast but wanted to sleep in, you could get a jam bread and a cup of tea in the kitchen later. This freedom of movement benefited the "Max und Sternchen" campaign. The twins rolled Anja's chair with the table into place. On top of the load they had stowed their clothes and Marianne's cowboy hat. There was a public toilet at the market where they could change.
While the market women set up their stalls and decorated fruit, vegetables, eggs and fresh chickens in an appetizing way, the girls placed their table under a tree and stuck the poster to the bark. A little later the others came with a piggy bank, flowers and guitars. The unfortunate people who felt a human need at this hour were desperate. The toilet was occupied non-stop. Inconspicuous teenagers lined up in front of it. Western ladies in long frilled dresses came out.Those who couldn't wait for the transformation went to the café next door. Only a mother with her three-year-old son pushed forward.
"If you don't let me in, my Franzi will piss you", she explained.
That argument worked. Jenny and Boby changed in the anteroom. Mama and Franzi reappeared. "Thank you," said the woman to the girls. "Too late.."

Anja had come by bus with Anne and Elli, who both didn't like cycling. Marion and Carlotta should lead the horses down.
"It's time we went out to meet them," said Hanni as the first buyers strolled across the square. "Who will stay here and hold the line?"
Except for Anja, no one volunteered. Then Anne said, “I.” And after a long hesitation, Petra joined in. It was almost more comfortable for her. She was shy and would have been embarrassed to move in with horses, vocals, and guitar tones. She preferred to guard the empty piggy bank.
In front of the city gate, Carlotta and Marion were already waiting with the animals.Of course, Max and Sternchen had eaten up their jewelry during the night and looked a bit plucked. Obviously, they found that silk ribbons tasted even better than the apples and sugar that had been overfed for the past week. The girls had thought the horses wouldn’t reach their mane and tail with their mouths. That was true. But there were two of them. Max ate his girlfriend's pink ribbons, asterisks the blue ones. "Well!" Said Nanni and shrugged.
"Plucked as if jumped. There is nothing to be done. Off to the fight. Music!"
Of course they sangSan Antonio Rosewhen they hit the market. More loud than beautiful. But they made a pretty picture, the ladies in their pink, light blue, and green floral dresses fluttered by the late summer wind, the female cowboys with their hats pulled down over their faces, and the polished, friendly horses with the remains of bows they had left because they'd lost their appetite after so much silk ribbon.When Marion, who honestly claimed that she sang in such a way that every crow would blush with shame, intoned "Glory, glory, hallelujah", a whole entourage of young people sang along.
Now it started. The horses were tied to the tree. The audience crowded around the table, wanting to know why, what and in general.
The girls talked, explained. The piggy bank rang, Elli, with a new hairstyle, distributed flowers, the sun shone ready for the stage, every now and then there was singing, and even seasoned housewives sang along. A mood like the annual crime scene.
"Great," said Jenny. “It's really fun.” Petra whispered that they had made a lot of money. Nanni thanked a rickety old lady for a two-mark piece and wasn't so happy at all. Sure, they were successful, they got donations, all well and good, but no one had said before that he would take the horses. And that was what it was all about.
It got hot.The flowers drooped their heads. The girls are sweating. They fetched some water from the well for Max and Sternchen. Your tongue stuck to your palate from talking so much. Suddenly the owner of the café stood in front of them. With a basket full of soda bottles.
"So that you don't die of thirst," he said. "Unfortunately I don't have a place for horses in my café. Hopefully you'll find someone."
"Hopefully," said Boby. "And thank you very much."
The lemonade bubbled like champagne.
The crowd slowly faded away. The market women put away their things. You were angry. The girls would have ruined their business. Housewives who were already in the process of choosing salad, peas or a chicken had put things away again and were interested in the singing, colorful teenagers with their horses.
"The show is over," stated Hanni. "Let's pack up."
A late customer bought vegetables and eggs. A sympathetic blonde woman with wrinkles around her blue eyes, in jeans and with three children with her.While she was paying, the little ones - they were between three and seven - noticed the horses.
"Mommy, I want to ride a horse," shouted the youngest.
"Me too," called the girl.
"I want the horse or both of them," said the older boy, loudly.
They pulled on their mother until she gave in. "Hey, that's Fröschl," whispered Marion as the lady came closer.
"Who?"
"Don't you read a newspaper? The councilor, of course, who is running for mayor's post."
"I want to ride a horse," repeated the youngest with concentrated energy.
"Sorry," said Frau Fröschl and put down her basket. "My three are a nuisance. Would it be possible for them to sit briefly on the horses?"
"Of course, why not," said Nanni.
Marion and Carlotta looked after the children, who sat enthusiastically on Max and Sternchen's backs, rummaged through their manes with both loving and clumsy hands and managed, under Marion's guidance, to offer them afterwards delicacies from Mama's shopping basket on the palm of their hands .Meanwhile Frau Fröschl was talking to the other girls.
"It's a shame these beautiful, healthy horses should be killed," she mined.
"Maybe you have a big garden?" Asked Boby hopefully.
"Unfortunately not."
"Pity."
"But you are the future mayor," Hanni tried further. "Couldn't you do something about this?"
"No, I'm not the future mayor. I would like to become one, that's all. Can I do something? Maybe. I'll think about it. If I win the election, it should be possible. As a councilor, I already have the." Proposal made to set up a Tierayl. Dogs and cats abandoned in the area are picked up again and again. Especially during the holiday season. It's disgusting and inhuman. The city has to do something. Loosen up the money so that .... I won't break your horses forgot. Please tell me who you are. "
"Fourth grade students from Lindenhof."In the meantime, Carlotta and Marion were busy trying to keep the mini-Fröschls from first braiding Max and Sternchen's mother's parsley in their tails, secondly pouring raspberry yogurt into them, thirdly from kissing their nostrils.
"Tschüüüs Maxi and Sternilein", the children said goodbye.
"We keep our fingers crossed for the choice," shouted the girls.