Little Tuk! A very strange name! However, that name was not the child’s actual name. His real name is Carl, but when he was very young and couldn’t speak clearly, he often called himself Tuk. It is difficult to say why he called himself Tuk, because the title was not at all similar to “Carl”, but over time, his parents also called himself Tuk.
One day, Little Tuk was left alone at home to look after his younger sister, Gustava, who was much younger than him and was still a baby. But at the same time, Little Tuk also needs to learn the assignments given by the school. Small Tuk must do both of these things simultaneously.
Little Tuk, who was very fond of his younger brother, put his sister on his lap, sang all the songs he knew to cheer up his little sister, glancing occasionally at the geography textbook placed beside him, because tomorrow morning he was required to memorize the names of all the cities in Seeland and can tell stories about these cities in front of the class.
His mother returned home in the end, and took Gustava into his arms. Little Tuk quickly ran to the window, then opened his textbook, he read and read again until finally his eyes were a little sore because it was getting dark. Indeed, the atmosphere inside his house had been pitch black when night was approaching because his mother could not afford to buy candles.
“There’s a washerwoman walking down the street,” said the mother as she stared out the window. “Looks like he’s struggling to walk, sorry, and now he has to carry a heavy bucket from the water pump. Be a good boy, Little Tuk, and run across the road to help the poor woman, will you?”
Little Tuk ran fast to help the woman lift a bucket that was quite heavy. When he returned to the room, it had become dark. There are no candles to light, so he can’t study anymore. Finally the Little Tuk went to his bed. There he lay thinking about the geography he had learned this afternoon and evening, about the cities in Seeland, and everything his teacher had explained.
He could not read the book anymore, because it was dark. So he put his geography book under his pillow, because he had heard someone tell him that it would help him to remember his lessons, even though Little Tuk wasn’t sure of the truth of that.
There he lay and thought hard, until suddenly he felt someone who gently gave him a good night kiss to him. He also felt between sleeping and not, because he seemed to see the old woman washing clothes vaguely, where the old woman’s eyes were staring at her, and she also heard the woman say: “It is unfortunate if you have not managed to memorize your lessons tomorrow, Tuk Little. You have helped me, now I will help you, and hopefully God will help us both “.
Instantly the pages of the book began to rattle under the head of the Little Tuk, and he heard something crawl under his pillow.
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!” a chicken shouted, as the chicken crept toward him. “I’m a chicken from the city of Kjoge,” he said.
The chicken then tells how many residents in the small town, about the battles that had happened there, and the great things that have happened and are worth mentioning in history. Not so long ago, a large wooden bird jumped up onto his bed. He is a parrot from the City of Praesto. He also mentioned the number of residents in Praesto and told the history of the city to Little Tuk.
Now, Little Tuk no longer lies in bed. In an instant he was on the back of a horse, and he rode the horse, racing and racing hard! A knight wearing a dashing iron helmet, a knight who seemed to come from ancient times, hugged the Little Tuk tightly on the horse, and they rode together through the forest in the ancient city of Vordingborg, which in ancient times was once a city which is very large and crowded, where in the city, tall towers of the king’s palace soared up to the sky, and bright lights glittered through the windows.
In the palace there was loud music and party. King Waldemar is seen dancing with a noblewoman on the dance floor. In an instant, the morning had arrived, the lights were turned off, the sun began to rise, and the outlines of the building seemed to fade, and finally only one tall tower remained which was a sign of where the royal palace had once stood. Big cities have shrunk to small and poor cities. School children who study its history, only know that the population of the city is now only around two thousand inhabitants.
Little Tuk still laying on his bed. He didn’t know whether he was dreaming or not, but once again he felt someone beside him.
“Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk!” shouted a voice that was none other than a young sailor. “I have come to convey to you, greetings from Korsor. Korsor is a new city, a bustling city, with steamers passing by. Once upon a time, people called it a bad city, but not anymore. . ”
Little Tuk just kept listening while the Young Sailor was still telling stories. “The city of Korsor is located on the seashore. There are still large broad roads, and also a pleasant park. In this city was born an intelligent poet, and from this city ships can travel throughout the world. The city is full of scents the most beautiful perfumes and roses that bloom around Korsor City. ”
Little Tuk can smell the fragrance of roses and see the fresh green leaves. But before long, the green leaves became thick and seemed to grow into two towers of high worship places. From the side of a hill covered with grass, a fountain gushed with a rainbow, and he heard the sound of music playing. Not long after, a king was seated next to him, wearing a golden crown of his head overgrown with jet-black, long hair. That is King Hroar of the City of Roskilde.
“Don’t forget our city,” ordered King Hroar.
Then all vanished, even though where he went, he did not know. It feels like turning the pages of a book. Now, before him stood an old peasant woman from the City of Soro, a quiet little town where green grass flourished everywhere. The green apron is placed above his head and back, and the apron looks very wet, as if it had been raining hard.
He also told many interesting things about the City of Soro. He suddenly bent down and shook his head as if he were a frog that was about to jump. “Everything is wet, always wet,” the woman exclaimed before she turned into a frog. “We must dress according to the weather conditions,” he said.
Little Tuk still silent and listening while listening to the woman’s explanation. “In the past, our city has the best fish, now our city is full of children whose cheeks are red, and these children can learn wisdom in this city.”
Shortly thereafter, the frogs’ voices sounded like they were something walking in a swamp with heavy boots. His voice made the Little Tuk even more and more sleepy so he finally fell asleep. But even in his sleep, Little Tuk dreamed. His younger sister, Gustava, with her blue eyes and golden yellow hair, had grown into a tall and very beautiful girl. Even though his brother has no wings, he can fly and take him up above the City of Seeland.
“Do you hear roosters crow, Little Tuk? Kukkuruyuk! Chickens fly to and fro in Kjoge City, and there you will have a big farm, and you yourself will not suffer from hunger. All the cattle will be yours! You will be yours! “be rich and happy. Your house will stand like a tower in the palace of King Waldemar,” Gustava said.
Gustava who was flying with him returned to tell the story. “Know that your good name will spread throughout the world, like ships sailing from Korsor and Roskilde. You will also speak and become wise like King Hroar.”
On a sunny morning, Little Tuk woke up and he could not remember his last dream, but that was not important, because he did not forget what he felt on all the trips he went through last night.
He quickly jumped out of bed and took his textbook from under his pillow. He then resumed his studies, and nodded in understanding because he knew the cities well.
Not long after, the old woman washer was helped by him yesterday, passing in front of his house, sticking his head at the door, nodded kindly and said, “Thank you, good boy, for your help yesterday. May God grant all your most beautiful dreams!”
Little Tuk doesn’t remember sweet dreams with her sister last night, but that doesn’t matter because God knows everything.