the drummer's wife went to church and saw the new altar with painted pictures and carved angels. the angels were very beautiful, both those painted on cloth, in all their colors and glory, and those carved in wood, painted and gilded. their hair shone like gold and sunshine and was beautiful to look at. but god's sunshine was still more beautiful; it glowed bright and red between the dark trees as the sun was setting. and as the woman gazed on the descending sun, her innermost thoughts were about the little child the stork was bringing her. she was radiantly happy as she gazed, and she wished most fervently that her child might be as bright as a sunbeam, or at least look like one of the shining angels on the altarpiece.
and when she actually lifted up her child in her arms to show her husband, it seemed to her that the infant really did resemble one of the angels in the church; at least it had golden hair, hair that had caught the reflection of that setting sun.
"my golden treasure, my wealth, my sunshine!" said the mother as she kissed the bright locks; and this sounded like music and song in the drummer's home; there was joy, and lots of life, and celebrating. the drummer beat a whirlwind on his drum, a whirlwind of happiness; the drum, the fire drum shouted, "red hair! the young one has red hair! listen, believe the drum and not the mother! dr-rum-a-lum! dr-rum-a-lum!"
and all the town agreed with what the fire drum said.
the boy was taken to church and was christened. there was nothing unusual about the name given him; he was called peter. everybody in town called him "peter, the drummer's red-haired boy," but his mother kissed that red hair and called him "golden treasure."
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