Hanni has a great idea

Of course it was a failure. Frau Theobald listened patiently to the girls when they told her about Max and Sterbnchen, whose lives were supposed to be ended by the knacker in four weeks at the latest. But then she said: "I understand that you are sorry for the horses. I am also sad that Mr. Zierer wants to get rid of them in such an ugly way. Nevertheless, I cannot do anything for the animals. Lindenhof is a boarding school, not a horse farm. It's not about the money, least of all about the purchase price, nor about the running costs for housing the animals. It's about the principle. And about responsibility. Animals mean responsibility. We, your teachers and I, have enough already to bear responsibility for you girls. "
"We would take care of Max and Sternchen, that goes without saying."
"I know," said the director and smiled. "In the first time you would do it voluntarily. One day you will get bored, after all Max and Sternchen are not riding horses.Then we teachers have to set up a timetable of who feeds, water and grooms the animals and who mucks out the barn. No children. I'm so sorry. Please forget the horses. Concentrate on the lessons, on the sport and on the possibilities of artistic activity at our school. "She was silent and played with her ballpoint pen. The girls knew that they had been dismissed. At the door, Mrs. Theoblad called them back again." The house mother should give you old bread and carrots and apples. I think you would like to spoil the poor animals a little more. "
It was difficult for them to say thank you politely for the interview. They were disappointed, even though they hadn't really expected anything else. Some of the friends had been waiting for her. "What do we do now?" Asked Jenny.
"Carry on," said Hanni. And Nanni said thoughtfully: "I think we're just getting started now."

For a few months there was a payphone in the Lindenhof hall.Now the schoolgirls could not only call home from town on their free afternoons, but whenever they felt like it. The apparatus was constantly besieged for the next few days. The first astonished, then horrified parents were asked, harassed, implored - depending on the temperament and love of animals of their daughters - to take up two discharge horses or to find someone who was willing to do it. All discussions ended with a decisive no from the parents, with the vague promise "to ask around" and the willingness to donate ten, twenty marks or even more.
The notes came by return of post. Petra's super piggy bank - it was really huge and had red hearts on a blue background - filled up. The girls held meetings, talked, talked, talked - and didn't know what to do next. Marion had called her riding stable and received a rejection. Carlotta made an expensive long-distance call to the city animal sanctuary. - The friendly lady explained to her that they had hundreds of abandoned dogs and cats in the house, plus a few small animals.Unfortunately, they couldn't do anything for horses due to lack of space.
Max and Sternchen knew nothing of their fate. They grazed on this beautiful late summer day, cuddled, trotted a few happy, if slow laps and enjoyed the delicacies that were now offered to them every day.
"Sugar is a battle for horses", Marion once said when Sternchen had already nibbled the fifth piece. "But what harm is it supposed to do to the poor animals ...."
On a thunderstorm evening, the girls sat in the lounge after dinner. Some read, some knitted, most talked and fooled with each other. Anja tried to draw Max and asterisk from memory. She was very gifted, but not satisfied with herself today.
"I can't do it," she moaned, "I just can't do it."
Carlotta looked at the pictures.
"Well," she laughed. "Don't worry. It's just a new breed. Cows with horse heads." Anja laughed with her and tried again.The house mother had opened the doors to the terrace. The thunderstorm had moved on. Now the rain was falling calmly, a wall of millions of drops of water. Suddenly a ray of sun broke through the cloud cover. The rain wall looked for seconds as if it were made of liquid silver. Then she turned gray again.
The fourth had conquered the record player. There was always a fight over who could determine what was played, because of course tastes were different. Jenny chose a record by Roy Bernhard. From "her" Roy Bernhard. The well-known country singer had bought a house near Lindenhof and lived there for a few weeks between his touring times. Ever since he had helped Anja, ever since he organized a concert for her with the Lindenhof girls and sang especially for them, they saw him as their friend.Please release me, he sang in his velvety, deep voice that made pretty much every heart melt.And then with a lot of swing theSan Antonio Rose.
"Do you remember?" Asked Hanni with shining eyes. "That was our song. We sang that with him on stage."
"You?" Asked Marion. “You with Roy Bernhard?” She thought she had misheard.
They told her the whole story, in detail and with all the details.
Meanwhile, Hanni stared two holes into the rain wall in front of the terrace. She thought, she had an idea. "I have an idea," she yelled. "Roy Bernhard. Max and Sternchen. That could fit like .... like fried eggs and ham!"
The others, except Marion, understood immediately.
"Of course. That we didn't figure it out long ago," said Carlotta. "He has a huge lot. Lots of money. And he likes animals."
"We'll ask him," decided Nanni.
"In a moment? We're not allowed to leave now."
"I don't care. We'll go in a moment. Agreed, Hanni?"
"Stupid question, mouse tail," grinned Hanni. "We have already left.""What should we say if one of the teachers asks about you?" Asked Petra.
"We're both in the toilet," grinned Hanni.
"Both of them at the same time? You're crazy." Petra was a bit annoyed because the twins took many things so easily, she just couldn't do it herself.
"Then tell me," suggested Nanni, "I'm at the toilet, and Hanni has withdrawn into the quiet of our room to sew her skirt hems undisturbed by us noisy people."
Roaring laughter. It was common knowledge that the twins, Hanni even more than Nanni, hated handicrafts and pretended to have five left thumbs in a cast on each hand. It was also known that they used to repair torn skirt hems with safety pins.
"Well then, we'll get away," whispered Hanni.
Marion held her tight. §TOI Toi Toi. Let me spit "She spat three times over the left shoulder of both of them. Only then would it help.The right shoulder is useless.
"Don't spit so loud," Anne said with candy in her mouth. “Mamsell is looking at us.” “First of all, I spat softly,” Marion defended herself. “And secondly, Mamsell is hard of hearing.” The twins disappeared inconspicuously.