Healing fairy tale

“Fulna” a healing fairy tale by Renate Weber can now be ordered at BOD (Books on Demand) or Amazon. Its ISBN is: 9783741280108.

Here comes the English Fulna Video

It can now be purchased as a paperback (7,99 Euro):

And here comes a special eBook offer for 2,99 euro (8 week sales offer):

Fulna profesora: learning English and Spanish with Fulna/aprendiendo inglés e castellano con Fulna by preigu

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(Paperback 19,00 euro / Kindle 7,99 euro)


Here comes the English Fulna Video

It had become late again. The chief editor had edited the article until deep into the night. Everything had to be done until the editorial deadline. Like always some reporters had turned in their story at the very last minute. Mr Raffel sighed profoundly: -How come that nobody has explained to that journalist that she is only to write about 2000 signs??!

Mr Raffel tussled once again his black short hair. He looked outside the window: His office was the only one that was still illuminated. His colleagues had long gone home. The chief editor looked at his face reflected in the window: He saw his deep eye rings.

I really should look after myself better. Otherwise Mrs Timber can interview me about burnout soon.

Unsatisfied Mr Raffel looked at the article in front of him. It was only corrected halfway. Mr Raffel didn’t know what to cross out any more. The article was about a burnout-patient who had overcome her burnout by writing a healing fairy tale in a psychosomatic clinic.

This is way too detailed, murmured the chief-editor and crossed out the names of the fairy tale characters. –We also don’t do any advertising for anyone!, he shouted and crossed out the homepage where the characters were shown.

That the patient flees to a Buddhist sanctuary after her stay in the clinic also has to be eliminated completely!

The chief-editor looked at the calculated number of signs in his laptop and leaned back satisfied. –Exactly 1999 signs. I did it!, he said to himself. Suddenly he heard a rumbling noise and turned around:

But there was nobody there. –I am really overworked. Now my imagination is playing tricks on me, he said trying to calm himself. At that moment the light turned out. Mr Raffel sensed that the floor was vibrating under his feet. He heard a shrill whistling. Then there was a hiss. With trembling fingers Mr Raffel reached for the button of his architect’s lamp. But it didn’t help. His office stayed in the darkness. Soon his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The full moon appeared behind a cloud and illuminated the office with its silvery rays.

At that instant Mr Raffel saw something crouching on the floor. It was not bigger than a lizard. –Outsch!, shouted the chief-editor, jumped from his chair and touched his foot. Stunned he looked at the still smoking hole in this shoe. This was weird. But what was even more strange was the flame that burnt his other shoe.

Mr Raffel took off his burnt shoe and made a few steps backward, took off his shoe with the hole. His big digit stood out of the sock. When Mr Raffel touched it, he sensed that there were furrows. Suddenly he looked at his side and then he saw it:

The creature sat on a box with old magazine editions and looked curiously with its big blue eyes. When it opened his tiny mouth for another flame, Mr Raffel saw that it had red scales and black spines. He had a tiny dragon in front of him.

The dragon opened his wings that were no bigger than a bat’s and moved them excitedly. The chief-editor rubbed his eyes and sensed something hard: When he took it out he saw that it was a piece of an eggshell.

Have you hatched lately?, he asked the red dragon stunned.

You really understand quickly, the red dragon responded cheekily.

-What is your name, dragon?

-Fulna, and for your information, I am a lady dragon, the creature told him proudly.

Well, Fulna, you can’t stay here, for my colleagues might see you.

-Bad luck for them, grunted the dragon lady.

Maybe they will do you harm, threatened the chief-editor.

-You have to hide me someplace safe.

-Why should I do that?

-Because you are responsible for me now.


-Well, my light-greetings, remember?

-What kind of greeting?

-Well, the imprint of my claws in your foot. You are my foster daddy until I am fully grown up.

-Hhm. And how long does this take?

-Until I am able to fly.

-You want me to teach you how to fly?!

-No. You only have to feed me, until it is my turn to fly away. By the way, what are you doing here?

-I am a chief-editor.

-What is a chief-editor?

-Well, I make a newspaper for humans.

-Newspaper, sounds yummy. I am very hungry.

-But a newspaper is nothing to eat. It is a message from humans to humans.

-And what are you doing with it?

-I read what some people have written, shorten it and rewrite it.

-Can you teach that to me?

-You would have to learn how to read and write.

-Fantastic! Can you teach me that as well?, asked the dragonlady and her eyes shone with happiness.

-I don’t have even enough time for myself with all the work I am doing. How should I find time to care for a dragon, then?

-You have to find time for me. You are wearing my sign.

-I am overworked. Maybe I am imagining this all. I am going home now.

-Hey, you can’t leave me here. And I am no imagination, look at your digit!

-That’s enough! I am leaving.

-Tell me, what is your name?


-Well, Bjoern, what I told you about the sign is the truth.

-I could take you to the zoo, where you can be with the other animals.

-Other animals?! I am a dragonlady and I belong to the human who wears my sign. You are to teach me everything that you know of. This reading thing.

-But if my colleagues will see you they will take you to the zoo.

-You have to hide me in a secret place. You can also bring the rats and bats there.

-Rats and bats? Where should I take them from?

-Well, you are big enough to catch them for me!

-Never! I am tired.

-Then show me where I can sleep. Or I will live at your home“

-Never ever! You can sleep in the broom closet. It is opened rarely and only by the cleaning women. If they open the door you have to hide, got it?

-Ok. And my food?

-I will go to the pet shop tomorrow, said the chief-editor with a sigh.

-But I am hungry now.

-Then eat this bar of chocolate here. I will open it for you, said Mr Raffel and opened the bar of chocolate.

-You have to put it in front of my mouth. I can’t fly yet, Fulna complained.

-You are right. You have hatched only lately.

-Don’t make fun of me!, cried the dragonlady. But at that moment Mr Raffel brought the bar of chocalate in front of Fulna’s mouth. It was the first contact between human and dragon.

Here comes the English Fulna Video


In 2017 the autobiographical novel “Renate or the journey to the centre of the self” will be published. It contains an integrated healing fairy tale that is based on Fulna’s story.

“The Gestagata” extract from the autobiographic novel: Renate or the journey to the Center of the Self.


-Alright, alright, Mrs Pilot! Are you working as stewardess and pilot at the same time? But really, we are no babycrabs anymore, we…

But he couldn’t finish his sentence. Something huge and black was coming down on them. Then they heard Fulna’s roar. She spat fire and hit the strange creature at his left wing. It looked like a flying dinosaur. Still it also had something of a crocodile flying around and about.

The lurking glance out of his blurred yellow eyes revealed a deep hatred and the will to kill. The creature had a green and black beak. Again and again he used it to attack Fulna’s flank. Blood came out of the wounds. Fulna roared, spat fire but then she stopped defending herself and began to descend. She seemed to have lost all her inner strength and sank deeper and deeper like a wounded bird.

Fulna, what happened? What kind of beast was that?; Kai and Anuschka asked simultaneously.

We need to make an emergency landing and search for a hide out. Otherwise no one will reach the Aenderland alive, Fulna said in a feeble voice. Her inner strength seemed to be broken and she seemed to know whom they had just encountered because her sapphire-blue eyes mirrored horror and an unutterable fear.

As the veldt came nearer, Anuschka looked up. And here something strange happened: All the pink, white and black clouds concentrated to a big watery head. His mocking clownface moved into a sneering laugh. It seemed to persecute them. The sardonic laugh kept ringing in Anuschka’s ears. Abruptly and with some small wounds they found themselves in a thorn bush.

Fulna, what kind of creature has emerged from the clouds?

Anuschka, You need to be very brave and confide in my decisions. There will be a time when I explain everything to you. But now I have to rest, I feel so empty, the dragon lady groaned. She laid her head on the sand. Anuschka and Kai were alarmed because Fulna had never behaved like this before. With her body being erect and one eye always open she had been always guarding them at night. But it was too late: Fulna had just stopped to maintain her inner strength.

She is bleeding from her flank, Kai exclaimed. Contrary to his normal behavior the octopus had become very serious.

Come on, Anusch, we have to dress the wound quickly to stop it from bleeding. And this here, Kai said pointing at the thorn bushes around them, doesn’t look like a paradise of blood donation for wounded dragons.

Don’t we have to take out the thorns out of the scales first?, Anuschka asked pensively.

That not so important now, Anuschka:

But where are we going?, the fawn asked confused.

We go looking for something to dress the wound. Come on now!, Kai tried to give Anuschka a reassuring push. But Anuschka noticed many sweat pearls on the octopus‘ forehead.

Highly indignant Anuschka said: –Easy for you to say that for your body is not covered with thorns.

-That’s enough Anuschka! Without Fulna we won’t make it through the Aenderland. So you better get moving!

They walked and walked. Darkness shielded them from their persecutors but it also left them without any orientation. . Thick fog patches came down on the barren landscape. The two companions could only make out the thin arms of the thorn bushes. As the wind was becoming stronger they shook heavily and seemed to point into the opposite direction.

Anuschka stumbled and often fell down. She wanted to complain to Kai about this difficult path when suddenly her feet touched something soft and wet.

Yuk!, Kai, what’s that?, Anuschka asked in a high pitched voice.