{"id":968,"date":"2025-12-05T04:11:46","date_gmt":"2025-12-05T04:11:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/?p=968"},"modified":"2025-12-05T04:16:11","modified_gmt":"2025-12-05T04:16:11","slug":"eine-nummer-5-die-im-nebel-verschwindet-und-ein-fuchs-der-sie-findet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/?p=968","title":{"rendered":"Eine Nummer 5, die im Nebel verschwindet und ein Fuchs, der sie findet"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At Samichlaus, they were in his house. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But why was this kid even in the woods?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Well, &#8230; the kid was just curious how Santa was doing<br>and wanted to go ask him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8222;No, not really. I can&#8217;t back that up.&#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The kid was am Schlittl\u00e4 and there was a little fog.<br>So the kid got lost and while they were looking for a way home <br>a little fox showed them the way<br>not to their home <br>but to Santas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-972\" srcset=\"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/IMG_1819-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Deutsche Sinnierung:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Es war einmal ein Kind, das schlittelte geschwind, da kam ein Nebel auf. Man sah die eigene Hand vor Augen nicht, als pl\u00f6tzlich ein Fuchs vor ihm stand. Er f\u00fchrte es zum H\u00e4uschen vom Samichlaus.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":975,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-968","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/968","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=968"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/968\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":976,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/968\/revisions\/976"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/975"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/das.brotstift.ch\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}