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Crista and the teabag

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Once upon a time there was a little cacao girl, wich got a black jacket from her mum. So everyone used to call her Crista. One day Cristas mum gave her a Thermos bottle full of tea and a cake. She told Crista to bring this to her dad, who lived in a beans city. You have to know that the beans and we cacao people where allies in this time. Cristas dad was a scientist,  researching the kultur and religion of the beans.
So Crista went to the beans city. The way was verry long and the city far far away and Crista had to walt throught a forest and over the mountains. When Crista went through the darkest forest, suddely she heared a sound behind her. She turned around and there was a teabag. "Hello youngh lady, what are you doing in a forest, dark as this one?" Crista shruged: "I have to bring this Thermos bottle with tea to my dad in the beans city." "What a old and sipping Thermos bottle! You need a new one! Luckily I am a Thermos bottle seller. You can buy this great, red Thermos bottle for only 50 dollar!" The teabag showed Crista a shiny Thermos bottle. "But I don't have a single dollar!" Crista cried. The teabag smiled. "No problem, you can give me a piece of that cake instead." Crista thought about it and nodded. She gave the cake to the teabag and received the Thermos bottle. The teabag was eating the cake when Crista started decanting the tea. The teabag coughed. "Is this instand tea? INSTAND! What the heck are you doing!" He shook Crista and both Thermos bottles fell down. "My tea!" Crista cried. "It was terrible. It was instand tea. I'll give you some of my tea, if you give me another piece of that cake." Crista nodded and the teabag filled the red Thermos bottle with his tea, then he gave it to her. "I have to hurry." Crista said, walking away. "Wait this forest is dangerous. There are wolves around, can't you hear them? As if by command a wolf started howling. "I'll be your guard for another piece of that cake." Crista nodded and the both continued walking.
When they came into the mountains Crista gave another piece of cake for the security against pumas. And another one when they came to a river wich was, after the teabag, full of crocodiles. Soon the teabag had aten the complete cake and they came into the beans city.
The coffee people stared at them, they started muttering and Crista felt insecure. Suddely a coffee boy screamed: "CANNIBALS!" And they  swooped down on Crista and the teabag. They reached the door of Cristas dads house and could save themselfs in the house. "Crista!" Her dad huged her. "Why are you cariing an empty baking sheet?" "Because he ate the cake." "And where is the old Thermos bottle of your grandma?" "He swapped it with this new one" "And who is this?" "He is..." "I am a Thermos bottle agent." Cristas dad sat down and opened the Thermos bottle. "Holy glob! Where is my lemon tea? And is this fennel? Your mom knows that I hate fennel!" The sound outside got louder as the coffee people started trowing theirselves against the door. Cristas dad opened it. "What are you doing?" "There are two kannibals in your house! We smelled it! Especially this teabag!" "This are my mother and a bottle seller!" "They smelled like coffee!" "CANNIBALS!" the crowd screamed and Cristas dad closed the door. "Do you have any coffe? Or did you drink some?" "No... wait the cake was with coffee..." The teabag said. "You can't bring coffee in the beans city! They are different! They see drinking coffee as kannibalism! Only their gods are allowed to drink or eat coffee." "But mom made the cake." Crista muttered. "Arghh!" The teabag screamed. "All I wanted was a cake and now they will kill me for that!" "I'll  resolve this, while you go home." Cristas dad said, pointing at the back exit. He went to the front door while Crista and the teabag ran away and he was never seen again. Crista and the teabag went to their homes and on the hole way back to her home Crista didn't hear or see a single dangerous animal.
And if they didn't die they still live on.
The story of Crista and the teabag is a well known fairytail in the Cacao community. It is often used to explain children why cacao, tea and coffee people hate each other.
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