A drummer's wife went to church. She saw many pictures and sculptures of angels on the new altar; so beautiful were those painted and haloed on cloth, and so beautiful were those painted and gilded wood. Their hair is like gold and sunshine, very lovely. But God’s sunbeams are even lovelier than that. When the sun sets, it shines brighter and redder on the lush trees. There is great bliss in seeing the face of God directly. She was looking directly at the bright red sun, and she fell deeply into thought about the little one the stork was going to bring. (Note: According to Danish folklore, children are sent to the world by storks. Please refer to Andersen's fairy tale "The Stork".) The drummer's wife became very happy. She looked again and again, hoping that her child could also bring this kind of brilliance, at least like a shining angel on the altar.
When she actually lifted the little child in her arms toward her father, he looked like an angel in church. He had long blond hair, and the radiance of the setting sun really clung to his head.
"My golden baby, my wealth, my sun!" said the mother. Then she K!ssed his shining curls. Her K!sses were like music and singing in a drummer's room; there was joy, life, movement in them. The drummer beat the drums and made a happy sound. This drum, this fire drum says:
"Red hair! The little guy has red hair! Please believe Gu'er's skin, don't believe what your mother says! Boom, boom, boom!"
The whole town was like a fire drum, saying the same thing.
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