The truest lie

Once upon a time there was a witch. She was the worst good witch and she lived in the biggest little house, in the oldest young forest. The house was neither white nor yellow, neither purple nor black. It was actually the whitest black house, and the reddest pink house. One day, the sunniest rainy day, two little boys passed by. One of them had the bluest green eyes and the fairest chestnut hair, while the other one was the bravest coward boy. 

  The witch was at home and the boys saw her hiding after the curtain, next to the window.

“Hey, lady witch, give us some water….”

“We are very thirsty because we have arrived here walking on the most twisting straight pathway.”

“Drink by yourselves! What do you want – the spring is there, under your noses… ”

 And the boys drank, but because it was the coldest warm spring that crossed under the best bad witchls house, donkey ears grew on their heads. They were the shortest long ears ever seen, but they were still donkey ears.

Firstly, when the boys found themselves endowed with those ears they laughed. But then they cried. Then they started thinking about what is there to be done about it.

“We canlt go on looking like this.” This was exactly what the witch was waiting for. She said: ”I know how you can get rid of these ears. In exchange, you will have to tell me a story. “ “Of course. We know a lot of stories” “Which one do you prefer?”

“I waaaaaaaaaaaant…… I waaaaaaaaaaant you to tell me the truest lie. This is the story I want you to tell me. But you have to tell it in such a way the no one can realize which part is the truth and which is the lie. Can you do this? If you can't you will be mine!”

The two boys thought for some time. If they didnlt find the truest lie they would become the witchls s’aves forever. And this wasnlt all. They would also remain with those donkey ears for the rest of their lives.  So they had a talk, and then they started their story under the best bad witchls surveillance.

“Gooooooooooooood. Listen! The goat, the lion and the cow became brothers. They wanted to save their money together in order to open an inn at the edge of the forest. Then, the goat…”

“You are lying! This is impossible! The lion would immediately take the cow and goatls money away, moreover the latter could be grateful to survive after such an experience.  It is a shameless lie! Canlt you do any better?”

 Then the two boys withdrew again, discusses for a while, and the second boy said:

“Once upon a time there was an excellent cook. One day she took a chicken and cooked it. Her master had guests for lunch. The chicken smelled so good that you couldnlt resist it.

”˜I have to taste it, to see if there is enough salt in it l, the cook said. And she broke a wing. Than, in order for the master not to notice anything, she broke another wing. Gradually she ate the entire chicken. The she went to her master and told him that the chicken was ready but the knives were blunt, and they need sharpening. So the master started to sharpen the knives for the guests. She waited for the guests to arrive and told them that her master has gone mad. ”˜Can you hear him sharpening the knives? This is because he wants to kill you.l And so all the guests ran away frightened. Then the cook went back to the master and said ”˜You have such bizarre friends! They came, stole the chicken and then ran away!”

“This is a true story! I even met the cook myself! You have no idea of how stories should be told! Come on, one more try! I donlt have all day to listen to you! If you do not succeed this time, you are mine!”

 So the two boys talked to each other for the last time. Eventually, hastened by the impatient witch, they started again.

“Once upon a time, there was a dwarf, named Kiki”

“The witch was silent because although she had never seen a dwarf she couldnlt say that it was a lie.”

“He was the most giant dwarf.”

The witch was silent again because she still couldnlt contradict them. Who could say how tall a dwarf could be?

“His best friend was the giant Meme. He was the shortest giant. They were good friends and together they went to conquer the most beautiful ugly girlls heart. She was the most honest thiefls daughter, whose only fortune was an apple. This apple was the reddest and could even sing. Hit sang every night to the gayest sad girl, ad this would fill your heart with sorrow.”

The witch fiddled for a short time but still didnlt say anything. So the little boy continued.

“When the boys arrived there they didnlt know what to do because they both liked the girl very much. ”˜Should we fight for her?l they wondered. We cannot agree with this, we are friends. Kiki and Meme – a legendary friendship.”
At this pain both boys shut up.

“And? And? What happened next?”

“We will tell you since we are Kiki and Meme. We will tell you if you guess which one is Kiki and which one is Meme.”

The witch thought for a pretty long time, but wasnlt able to guess the truth. So she had to give up. And whatls more, she had to rid them of the mule ears. But before the two boys left, she asked them to tell her the end of the story.

“Well, thatls very simple. The ugliest beautiful girl had a sister.”

“She was most beautiful ugly girl. So both- that is to say all four of them were happy.

“And? What next?”
“Nothing happened next. We are heading to the wedding. Would you like to come? We are not mad at you.”
“But the best bad witch didnlt go to the wedding since she is not yet fully convinced whether Meme and Kikils story was true, or just a very whopping lie.”