Plisch Plum and the title of a story in pictures of is Wilhelm Busch; two naughty puppies to be drowned by the old Kaspar Schlich. The two equally unruly and quarrelsome boys Paul and Peter save the dogs and take them home with you. In spite of exter... Read more

Plisch Plum and the title of a story in pictures of is Wilhelm Busch; two naughty puppies to be drowned by the old Kaspar Schlich. The two equally unruly and quarrelsome boys Paul and Peter save the dogs and take them home with you. In spite of external differences (of a squat, the other lean) commit the dogs in full agreement a number of brazen pranks.With a pipe between his lips, Two young dogs upon his hips, Jogs along old Caspar Sly; How that man can smoke,-oh, my! But although the pipe-bowl glows Red and hot beneath his nose; Yet his heart is icy-cold; How can earth such wretches hold! Of what earthly use to me Can such brutes, he mutters, be? Do they earn their vittles? No! 'Tis high time I let 'em go. What you don't want, fling away! Them's my sentiments, I say!O'er the pond he silent bends, For to drown them he intends. With their legs the quadrupeds Kick and squirm,-can't move their heads And the inner voice speaks out: How 't will end we gravely doubt.Hubs!-an airy curve one makes;Plish!-a headlong dive he takes.Hubs!-the second follows suit;Plum!-the wave engulfs the brute.That's well ended, Caspar cries, Puffs away and homeward hies. But, as often happens, here too Things don't go as they appear to. Paul and Peter,-so 'twas fated,- Naked in the bushes waited For a swim; and they descry What was done by wicked Sly. Less