Once upon a time, there was a boy. The boy’s name was Casper. Casper was a big, round, healthy boy. His cheeks were rosy and he was strong. He was sitting at a table and his mother brought him soup. He ate a little of the soup, but suddenly he screamed: „I won’t eat my soup. No, my soup I won’t eat!“
On the next day, the second day, he was already thinner. His mother brought him soup again, but again on that day Casper screamed, when he saw the soup: „I won’t eat my soup. No, my soup I won’t eat!“
On the third day, he was very thin and weak and when his mother came with the soup, he screamed again: „I won’t eat my soup. No, my soup I won’t eat!“
On the fourth day, he was just a line that’s how thin he was. But again on that day, he didn’t eat the soup when his mother brought it to him.
On the fifth day, his mother didn’t come back with soup. On the fifth day Casper was dead.
Translated from the German “Der Suppenkasper”