<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana had seen how the curiousity got the best of the young girl. She decided to tell the story a little bit more lengthy, as if she would have told rightaway what her father taught her it may shock the young girl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, to understand that, I have to tell you a little bit of my father and my family. I come from a little town up in the mountains in the northeast. It is really a little town and there is a lot of forest around it. We had not a lot of farms there, but the weather was fantastic for the hazelnuts. We had really giant hazelnuts, sooooo big." </span><br/><br/>Lana exagerated the size of the hazelnuts grossly, but Lilli's eyes were big like saucers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And my mom loved to bake cakes for us. With the hazelnuts and a lot of cream, really a lot of it. They were the best hazelnut cakes you could get near and far. The whole town came to my mother everyday when she baked those cakes, as the smell was wavering down the street and everybody's mouth was watering from it. Can you imagine how delicious it smelt?" </span><br/><br/>Lilli nodded enthusiastically. Like all young kids she had a lively fantasy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We had a lot of hazelnut bushes on our yard, so that mom had always enough hazelnuts for her cakes. But then one day a family of squirrels found their way to our yard and started to eat our hazelnuts. The first year we had laughed and watched them eating the hazelnuts, because there were still enough hazelnuts for us. But the next year...." </span><br/><br/>Lana made a dramatically pause and Lilli twisted her fingers nervously, eager to hear how it would continue.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We didn't know what happened during the winter. Maybe the squirrels had a big family meeting under the x-mas tree or they had advertised it on their radio...you know squirrels have their own radio station, it is called 'you drive me nuts', but we had suddenly hundreds and hundreds of squirrels in our yard. Mom was totally shocked and told us that there will be no cakes this year." </span><br/><br/>Lilli had laughed about the radio station but now she looked totally shocked. It was obvious that she tried to imagine no cakes and it seemed really bad.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"My older brother and I we started to run out of the house to chase the squirrels away. First it worked, they all ran...tatadam-tatadam...out of the yard. You could only see their tails whipping everywhere. But after a few days they just climbed up in the bushes and started to rant and mock at us. Dad was furious and bought a small rifle. He said, either we have to teach them a lesson that this is our yard or there will be no more cakes ever. Mom was totally sad, she loved to bake her cakes and if she couldn't bake them, then it would break her heart. Me and my brother we wanted to shoot the squirrels. My dad told me that I was too young and he taught it to my brother, because he was nine and I was only six." </span><br/><br/>Lana had nodded sadly and she knew that Lilli knew that kind of talk too. All young kids heared it every day. When you are big, yada yada.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"The next days my brother lay on the veranda shooting at every tail he saw and I lay next to him with glasses, because I wanted to see those squirrels disappear. But it was frustrating. My brother he missed every squirrel and instead he shot down nuts or leaves. My father finally took the rifle from him and then he looked at me with serious eyes..." </span><br/><br/>Lana deepened her voice to mimick an older, stern man.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"’How come that I think that girls are far better in aiming than boys. I think, Lana, you can't be worser than your brother...’<br/>And then he taught me how to shoot. I liked it and the next day I lay on the veranda and aimed at the squirrels. My first shot went wide and the squirrels didn't even look up, they just continued to eat our nuts. Of course, my brother had shown them that this noise meant no danger. I was furious, I was better than my brother, I was sure of that. I aimed again and - bang - the squirrel I had aimed dropped to the floor dead. The other squirrels had looked up, totally astonished. What had happened? Why did it die? Then they continued eating our nuts. Maybe they thought it was an old squirrel and its time was over. Or they thought it had eaten too many nuts and spoiled its stomach. I aimed again and the next squirrel dropped down. My father was standing behind me and he just said, 'now look at that girl'. And after half an hour all the squirrels had disappeared. And from then on I short everyday some squirrels until the rest disappeared. And I tell you, my mom could bake cakes every year." </span><br/><br/>Lana looked at the girl hanging at her lips. Her eyes were shiny and her cheeks were a little bit red. But Lana noticed too, that some others had been listening to the story either. And that they liked it. It made her blush a little. Lana moved her head closer to the girl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I can shoot a lot better than your brother and I am sure that you can shoot better than your brother too one day. Do you want that I teach you how to shoot one of the next days?" </span></div>