Once upon a time, there was a cook named Hannah. Hannah was cheerful, always in a good mood, and had a special fondness for her beautiful shoes with red roses. Every morning, she would lovingly put them on, stroll through the garden, and admire her reflection in the mirror that hung in the hallway of the house where she worked. In the evenings, when she returned to the kitchen, she enjoyed pouring herself a glass of wine, which always awakened her appetite.
One day, her master came to her and said, “Hannah, a very important guest is coming tonight. Please prepare two beautifully roasted chickens for him, so everything will be perfect.”
“Of course, sir,” Hannah replied with a smile and immediately set to work. She carefully prepared the chickens, seasoned them, and placed them in the oven. While the chickens were roasting, Hannah impatiently waited for the guest. Time passed, but the guest still hadn’t arrived. Finally, feeling quite thirsty, Hannah decided to go down to the cellar for some wine.
She poured herself a glass, and then a thought crossed her mind: “What if I taste the chickens? I need to know if they’re properly cooked!” So, she took a fork, tasted a piece of one chicken, and mumbled to herself, “Hmm, it’s so delicious!” Bite by bite, she continued tasting the chickens, until she suddenly realized she had eaten the entire first chicken. “Oh well,” thought Hannah, “there’s still one more.”
But as more time passed and the guest still hadn’t come, she decided to taste the second chicken too. Before she knew it, that one had disappeared as well. When the door finally opened, and the master walked in with the guest, Hannah quickly came up with a plan.
She approached the master and whispered, “Sir, the guest is planning to escape. I overheard him thinking you want to cut off his ears because you were sharpening that big knife!”
The guest, who overheard her, turned pale and without saying a word, bolted from the house. The master, not understanding what was happening, ran after him with the knife in hand to stop him, but the guest only ran faster, terrified that the master was really after his ears.
When the master returned, empty-handed and without the guest, he asked Hannah, “What happened?”
“Oh, sir,” Hannah began, “the guest didn’t want to stay. He grabbed both chickens and ran!”
The master, frustrated, put his head in his hands. “How is that possible? The lunch is gone, and the guest has fled!”
Hannah, however, smiled slyly and was secretly pleased. She had eaten both chickens, and no one had discovered her. And so, Hannah continued strolling through the garden in her beautiful shoes with red roses, her belly full of delicious chicken, knowing her secret was safe.
And so ends our story of the clever cook, Hannah.
