— Nokemes (grandmother), tell me, the kzel8msen that makes the leaves of the birch trees dance, where does it come from?
— Gluskabe, that's a very good question. Why do you want to know?
— I just want to understand how nature works, nokemes.
— Are you sure you don't have a weird idea in mind? You look quite disheveled. You didn't accidentally squabble with a puff of kzel8msen, did you?
— Not at all, nokemes. This is just to increase my knowledge.
— You promise me that you won't meddle in what is none of your business if I tell you where the kzel8msen comes from?
— I promise, nokemes. Gluskabe assured, fingers crossed behind his back... and our story begins.