Fox spit, snake puree or grüffeloragout?
MOSBACH. Monster-like performances of "Pohyb's and Co" - Gruffalo stories full of imagination. "I'm not scared of the Gruffalo at all. But girls are all scared.” With this questionable assertion, a three-cheese high commented on the performance of “Pohyb's and Co.” on Friday morning. Jürgen Mellert from "Kindler's Buchhandlung", who had organized the two screenings in the singers' home, was delighted with the huge response from 160 spectators. Anyone who had already experienced Maike Jansen and Stefan Ferencz with the "Three Friends" knew that the two actors, musicians, pantomimes and puppeteers implement their literary models in a very special way. The couple also presented Julia Donaldson's and Axel Scheffler's “Grüffelo” stories about the “monster-strong” mouse, which uses brains to put all its enemies to flight – instead of ending up in their stomachs – in a playful and poetic way. The fact that they largely dispensed with props fired the audience's imagination even more. The prologue already revealed a very unique view of the world and the pace prevailing in it. Eerie noises, wild grumbling and stomping could be heard behind the black stage structure. Stefan Ferencz calmed the rumbling, imaginary creature with a "Pst!" Put on a waistcoat, removed imaginary lint and was amazed to find a crowd of children sitting in front of him. Even a "one, two, three" followed by a snap of the fingers did not turn out to be a bad dream for the viewers. Luckily, Maike Jansen came at the right moment and played a summery melody on the concertina. "It crawls and flees in the forest," the two explained. Modeled the forest mood using cuckoo calls, frog croaking and mosquito humming. A happy "Schubedibu" on the lips, the mouse walked through the forest. A hair band with mouse ears was enough for the actress to slip into the fabulous role of the rodent. "Ciao, Bambini," the fox greeted the children, first polished his oversized tail to a high gloss before he said: "Ho fame, breakfast, I'm hungry." At the sight of the mouse, he said quietly: "Yummy." Cunningly, he wanted to invite her to his home for a jello. But the little one saw through the philanderer and flatly refused. The hint that she was expecting the Gruffalo and that he would love to eat fox skewers drove the highwayman away. The invitation of the swooping owl to tea went just as unheeded as that of the "snake-mouse festival". Sometimes the Gruffalo dreamed of "owl with icing", then again of "snake puree". A cheerful "Schubidubidu" on the lips - the children quickly added a "Dub!" - the mouse jumped away and was amazed at the gullibility of the animals. Until the invented monster stood in front of her in person and made it clear: “My favorite treat is bread and butter with a mouse.” But the mouse, who was equipped as a giant mask with a bloodcurdling voice, was also able to fool him. In the story of the Gruffalo child, masterful pantomime brought his best friend Stockmann to life. A wild chase in slow motion thrilled the audience as well as the actors, who were always good for a bizarre insert. Maybe it was almost too much of a good thing in the end. The first story would probably have given the smaller viewers enough storytelling material.