17 juli 2011
De instrumentmaker | The instrument maker
Long time ago, there lived an instrument maker . With great knowledge of materials and tools he made instruments for other craftsmen, who became better craftsmen because of it. Because he was a very good instrument maker he earned a good living, cheese on his every slice of bread and a nice snack with his tea as well. The instrument maker had a friend - whose occupation is of no matter know, but which he was not particularly good at, which caused him to have little customers and lots of free time to have a nice cup of tea and snacks with his friend - who every now and then dropped by for a talk. The friend had a rough life; his work didn’t work out so well and his health had bumps and ripples and was shaky all over. His dental area, especially, gave him pain and aches. Loosing teeth, getting wholes and infected roots on and off. If up to him, the snacks with the tea would be soft. The instrument maker, an inquiring man to begin with, thought the deplorable condition of his friend over and over and tried to find something that might help. One day, when his friend presented himself quite early on his doorstep - the instrument maker himself really wasn’t ready for a break yet, but that is what friends are for, after all - enthusiastically informed his friend about the crunchy cracknels he had as snack with the tea; for personally he favoured a snack with a crunchy bite with his tea. The friend said, thanks, but thanks and was any of yesterday’s soft cake left over, by any chance? The instrument maker had to admit to having eaten that last night himself while munching over his friends problems solution. ‘’But,’’ he spoke, anticipatory pleasure colouring his voice, ‘’I’ve thought something up that will make you enjoy crunchy cracknels and other snacks with a crunchy bite with your tea again.’’ He took a little box of off his desk and opened it with happy expectance glittering in his eyes, before his friends eyes. The friend took a puzzled look at the articles in the box. In front of him, two halve circles with little, sharp knobs on it, lay looking at him. ‘’See? Just get those last sickly, hurting teeth, who do nothing but causing you trouble and woe, out of your mouth, I do have some nice little tweezers somewhere around for that, and then just put this dentures in place. These teeth will never decay or hurt and you’ll be able to bite the crunchiest of all cracknels.’’ The instrument maker washed his friends mouth with a bottle of preserving rum which he had standing around since his experiments with preserves makers instruments, and made his friend gulp down a couple of good swigs of it to prevent infections crawling up from his throat. He choose some tweezers from his generic storage, pulled the remaining teeth and stumps and placed, before his friend could yell that it did in fact rather hurt and postulate that he might have other options, the home-made dentures in his mouth. After some fitting and fidgeting the friend ate the crunchy cracknel and, low and behold: it worked just fine. The crunchy cracknel tasted very good and the tea washed out all crumps from between his new dentures and his wounded gums. Soon the news spread around and the instrument makers customers and the few of the friends business came to the instrument maker shop and asked him if he could make them a pair of dentures as well. The instrument maker was most happy to do so and within no time at all he was busier than ever. Within the shortest of time he had to open branches and take apprentices to get all the work done. More and more people to buy an instrument maker pair of dentures before they had dental trouble and shortly after people started to skip the phase of natural dentures at all, have their teeth ripped out and use the instrument maker dentures right away, to avoid the risk of ever developing dental woe and troubles. In certain circles it was just not done anymore to use your natural dentures. The instrument maker went very well. The number of branches grew very quickly and he remodelled when he got reports of annoyances and added specialties for different target groups and people with special needs. The glory and the very big earnings, good for more cheese on his more slices of bread and even more crunchy snacks with his tea, made him yearn for more and more and then some and he started to market his dentures, even a bit aggressively so. After decennia, when he didn’t even run his own business, his name was famous and his dentures more popular than ever. And the friend? Well, the friend, of course, was really happy with his new teeth, even with the extra work and woe and trouble they made for, for the cleaning and all was a bit of a hassle. But he did miss his favourite subject of conversation and had to go looking for another piece of trouble in his shaky health condition. His friend, the instrument maker, had but little time left for him, but he did find a wood worker, who seemed to be quite interested in his monologues concerning his wobbly knee and ankle ligaments. And so, they lived presumingly happy ever after.