The world outside was silent and fast asleep. The mountain hut was covered with a thick blanket of snow that was sitting there like a cat in your lap on a cold winter’s evening. The embers in the fireplace were slowly dying. Yet uncle Teddy’s story was just half way through. „We don’t want to sleep! Please, uncle Teddy, don’t make us go to bed yet! Tell us another one!” – begged the children. They loved his bedtime stories he would mostly improvise. The characters and places came to life as he painted them with his olive oil voice. How could he refuse his three beloved nephews? „Alright, you little rascals, but just one more and then you’re off to beds! ” he said pretending to be a little angry with them. After all uncle Teddy had a heart of gold.