Council of war in the gymnasium

In the evening they took stock. As for the finances, they were doing great. With their parents' money they had a total of seven hundred and eighty marks. ISe had emptied the piggy bank to count. Fortunately, it was one of the luxurious types that you didn't have to break, because it had a normal lock on its belly. Apart from that, they hadn’t achieved anything yet. There was still no room for Max and Sternchen in prospect. The days passed and the situation began to worsen.
At least they had come back to Lindenhof unnoticed after the action. But with more luck than mind. Mamsell took care of her rheumatic leg, Frau Marrtin stuck a few more sequins on her T-shirt, Frau Theobald did the modal bookkeeping in the office and the housemother stirred cake dough with her assistant. Nobody paid any attention to the girls who slipped through the back door with their bags of clothes.It bordered on a miracle.
Then a second miracle happened. Neither the headmistress nor the other teachers learned of the introduction that their students had given on the marketplace. The huts did not expect that they would get away with being unrecognized and thus unpunished.
For once, the next meeting of the girls did not take place under the Kaestanie, because at that time it would be shaken by a shower of hair. The lawn in the park was white as in winter. The fourth had retired to the gym. It wasn't exactly cozy there, but it was warm and dry, and they had their peace and quiet.
"What do we have left?", Hanni asked the group.
Shrug. They didn't know. Remain silent. Anne sucked a piece of candy. Nobody bothered because Anne always had candy in her mouth. "THERE was this Frau Fröschl, the mayoress," began Jenny. "She wanted to think about Max and Sternchen."
"Think about it, well," said Marianne dismissively."She said she would campaign for an animal sanctuary if she becomes mayor," Carlotta recalled.
"If ..." said Jenny.
"She's running against our old mayor, against Dr. Bär. I don't like him. He's a sleazy guy and besides, he only cares about things that bring money. New hotels and apartments," said Marion.
"Right." Hanni and Nanni also read the newspaper sometimes.
"Fröschl doesn't want so much tourism. It wants to do more for the young and old and also do something for nature."
"She would be a great mayor," said Boby. "I like it."
"Us too. And the animal sanctuary ..."
“Can we do something to ensure that Ms. Fröschl wins the election?” That was Anja's voice.
Elli said that would be pointless. Even if the mayoress Fröschel managed to found an animal sanctuary, that would be too late for Max and Sternchen. What she said was logical. She didn't want to hear any more about these relief operations, the horses, the constant excitement.She didn't care who became mayor. She wanted her quiet.
"You're right," said Marion. "Probably she can't help our horses. But Anja is right too. After all, there are other poor animals. An animal sanctuary here in Rottstadt would be a good thing. But what on earth can we do to give her the choice and not the bear?"
"Put on the same show as last Saturday," suggested Hanni. "Only this time without horses. The election is on Sunday. We are not allowed to vote anyway. But you know what goes on for a circus on election day in the marketplace. Music and speeches and free beer for the adults Eat ice cream until I felt sick. This time we can do without gobbling up until we burst. We sing and tell people that Ms. Fröschl is the best. The ideal mayor. "
Nanni hadn't listened. She scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"There," she said. "That's how I think of it."She gave the note to Anja, who was sitting next to her. Anja giggled and passed the sheet on.
Everyone laughed.
Nanni had scribbled two lines on the paper and drew something about them:
Rottstadt no longer needs the bear. the green frog, that has to be found.
Below was a frog crouching on a rock and laughing at the stupid bear who, erect, scratched the rock with his paws and couldn't reach the frog.
Unfortunately, the twins' artistic skills were not particularly well developed. They liked to sing, but at least half a tone wrong. They drew with enthusiasm, but neither Lindenhof nor the world would suffer a loss if they did without it. The frog had bat ears and opened its mouth as if it didn't want to laugh but vomited. The Bä was a pitiful mixture of a German domestic pig and a North Atlantic seal, whereby this was an independent achievement that should not be underestimated, because Nanni had never seen a North Atlantic seal in her entire life."You mustn't look too closely at the critters," explained Nanni. "It's about the idea. Anja does it a thousand times better. Would you?"
Anja nodded. Of course she would. Also, a frog and a bear were much easier to draw than horses.
"Great, you sister mouse tooth with cat ears and frog legs," she praised Hanni, who held the iron record for inventing crazy names. "You are my little sister, because you never catch up with the thirteen minutes at the birth, but sometimes you can be used well."
Nanni grinned and tossed an eraser into her face.
"How about if we gave people little frogs made of plastic to stick on?" Suggested Marion.
"Great, you really are a new one who is worth the effort to have with her."
Marion laughed. Si felt well. Then she realized that she hadn't thought about the stable and Catalina all day, only about Max and Sternchen and her new friends.Forgive Catalina, I haven't forgotten you. She knew it was good the way it was.