Fox spit, snake puree or grüffeloragout?
MOSBACH. Monster-like performances by “Pohyb's and Co.” - Gruffalo stories brought to life with great imagination. “I'm not at all afraid of the Gruffalo. But all girls are afraid.” With this questionable statement, a little boy commented on the performance of “Pohyb's and Co.” Jürgen Mellert from “Kindler's Bookstore,” who organized the two performances in the Sängerheim, was delighted with the huge response from 160 spectators. Anyone who had already seen Maike Jansen and Stefan Ferencz with the “Three Friends” knew that the two actors, musicians, mimes and puppeteers bring their literary works to life in a very special way. The couple also presented Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler's “Gruffalo” stories about the “monster-strong” mouse who uses his brains to chase away all his enemies - instead of ending up in their stomachs - in a playful and poetic way. The fact that they largely did without props stimulated the audience's imagination even more. The prologue already revealed a very unique view of the world and the pace that prevails in it. Behind the black structure of the stage you could hear eerie noises, wild grumbling and stamping. With a "Pst!" Stefan Ferencz calmed the growling, imaginary creature. He put on a vest, removed imaginary lint and was quite surprised to see a group 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 audience. Fortunately, Maike Jansen arrived at just the right moment and played a light summer melody on the concertina. "There are crawling and flying things in the forest," the two explained. They modelled the forest atmosphere using cuckoo calls, frog croaking and mosquito buzzing. With a cheerful "Schubedibu" on his lips, the mouse strolled through the forest. A headband with mouse ears was all the actress needed to slip into the fabulous role of the rodent. "Ciao, Bambini," the fox greeted the children, first polishing his oversized tail to a high shine before saying: "Ho fame, breakfast, I'm hungry." When he saw the mouse, he let out a quiet "yummy." Cunningly, he wanted to invite her to his house for some jelly. But the little girl saw through the womanizer and flatly refused. The highwayman was driven away by the comment that she was expecting the Gruffalo, and he loves eating fox skewers. The invitation from the swooping owl to tea fell on deaf ears, as did the invitation to the "snake-mouse festival." Sometimes the Gruffalo dreamed of "owl with icing sugar," and then again of "snake puree." With a cheerful “Schubidubidu” on her lips – the children quickly added a “Dub!” – the mouse jumped away and was amazed at the animals’ gullibility. Until the fictitious monster stood in front of her in the flesh and made it clear: “My favorite food is bread and butter with a mouse.” But the mouse was also able to outwit the giant masked man with a bloodcurdling voice. During the story of the Gruffalo’s 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 interlude. Perhaps it was almost too much of a good thing in the end. The first story would probably have given the younger audience enough material to talk about.