Frauenburg and church, Austria by Brunhilde Mayer 1965
FREDDIE SAVES THE KING'S KITCHEN
The sound of the telephone made Freddie's eyelids quiver. Soon the fire chief was waking him up. He saw the firemen pulling on their thick, fireproof overalls and lacing their tall boots. The men piled into Freddie's cab and with sirens blaring, they soon backed out of the station.
“Where are we going?” asked Freddie. “The road is getting steep.”
“We are going to the King's castle.” replied the fire chief.
“Oh, the King's castle. That is very important. But isn't his castle made of stone? I thought it was so strong and solid, it could never burn.”
“You are right Freddie.” said the chief. “The castle is a very safe place to be... but today the cook was careless in the kitchen and left a pot on the stove while she went to the market to buy apples for the king's tea. I've heard that she makes the best apple tarts in the kingdom.”
The hill was getting even steeper now. Freddie had to work hard. The king's strong castle was at the very top. Soon, they arrived at the gate. The guard opened the heavy wooden door and showed them a road to the left.
“Follow this road around the curve and then turn right at the first tower. The kitchen is on the ground floor.” said the guard.
Freddie followed the directions and parked beside the kitchen. Smoke was billowing out the windows and the firemen jumped out to work. Busily they attached hoses and turned dials on Freddie's pumper. Jets of water sprayed into the kitchen. Freddie saw the King, Queen, Prince and Princess watching from the safety of the opposite tower's keep.
The fire chief and two firemen went into the kitchen with their oxygen tanks on. They opened all the windows and plugged in big extractor fans to suck out the smoke. After some time, the smokey smell was gone and the water had dried.
“We're finished here Freddie.” said the fire chief. “All is clear in the kitchen, and there's only a little soot on the walls near the stove.”
“Toot, toot!” beeped Freddie, to the king and his family.
“Freddie, bring back the cook!” commanded the king. “She ran back down the hill when she saw the smoke. I am ready for my apple tarts now.”
Freddie found the cook, halfway down the mountain. She was sitting beside her basket of apples. Freddie beeped at her cheerfully.
“The fire's out now.” said the fire chief. “We'll drive you back up the hill to the castle. The king wants you to make his tea.”
Once more, Freddie drove up the steep hill. He dropped the cook off at the gate and drove back to the fire station. The firemen hosed him off and filled up his tankers. They wiped him down with soft clothes and coiled his hoses up neatly, ready for the next emergency.
Freddie was just settling down for a nap when there was a knock at the fire station door.
“Come in.” said the chief.
It was the King's page and he had a tray of apple tarts in his hand.
“These are from the cook.” said the page. “The king got his apple tarts and we are all grateful to have our kitchen working again. Next time the cook promises to set the timer so she knows when the food is done.”
Everyone in the fire station enjoyed the tarts. They all agreed that the cook was one of the best in the kingdom. Freddie settled down once more for a nap, clean and fresh, with a full belly.