Filthy Ditty

A few attempts at "creatively reading" texts on an e-reader. I made "covers" for my Nook by cutting shapes out of pieces of paper the same size as the Nook's screen. I present here some photos of the cut-out covers, along with my (lightly re-interpreted) transcriptions of the text that shows through. The text I used was "The Six Swans" from Barnes and Noble's Nook edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

Make her your Queen
out of the wood. The
King consented, and the
cottage where
she received
him. He saw,
but yet she did.
He could not look at her.

However, after all,
his horse, and the
way, and the King.

This castle was so,
so difficult to
not have found it.

A ball of cotton,
when he threw it,
shooting him.

However, so often
the Queen noticed
and wished to
out the forest. So

a quantity of money.

 

One day soon,
she, the
forest, and
children

came towards them,

over the
contented
children;

The following
replied,
and through
the window

 

Carried out,
laughed, "It
should"
but
she was led
by her arm,
talked about
six Swans
for you.

So near,
the shirts
fell off.

Each
was
my dear,
and wicked

 

Wood
and
the
King, as if
she
pleased him,

up on
the way.

The King had
children
he loved
afraid,
very
injured, so
he stood,
himself
not given

 

Your way:
the heart
to him, her cottage,
a fire. She
and he

by his first
love. Above
afraid, soon, that they
treat them very well, and with
great injury, so he took them away.
They stood in the midst of a forest.
Hidden: the way to it
he himself could not have found.
Not given him a ball of
property.

 

His dear
absence,
he went to
servants.

She shook
the cotton.
Seeing some one,
thought it was their dear father,
full of joy. Then she threw
a shirt, which as it touched her
Swans, flew away.

The Queen then went home quite
free of her step-children.

 

Was,
and went.
Her
coming in.
Father, and

brothers, and—

the following day—the King
children. "But he found only
your brothers?" asked he.
She replied, "they are gone away,
alone;" and she told him how
the window they'd seen
had flown

 

They,
which she
much
could have.
The girl

knight came
into the wood. She
parted the next day,
further from weariness. Just
a hut: walking in, she found
little beds, but she dared not
creep under, and, laying,
prepare to pass
the setting. She heard.

 

Window
blowing
their feathers
off,
once.

"Me, then?"
they replied, for
swan's feathers. For
an evening, for that time, we
form, but afterwards we
appear.

Their sister asked them
not to be restored again.

 

For her,
sunbeams.
By her,
dignified.

"Comes?" said she,
worthy of a King. A
Queen brought her first-born;
the old woman took him away.
The King complained about that
murderess. The King, however,
suffered no one
who sat composedly,
paying attention

 

The same deceit, but the King again would not
say.
She
would
time the
then-accused.
A word to
give her up
to suffer

elapsed.
During
laughter, it
should
ready all

 

A maiden sat. They called to her and asked, "Who?"
No,
we will
have her head,
with
gold.
They
threw down
her dress---
himself,
the maiden
King.
"Upon that?"
he asked.

 

Difficult. For six long years, you must do neither.
During
little shirt,
a single
will be
flown out of.

However,
her
cottage
passed
the next
star-flowers.

 

Settled on the ground, it began. Blowing one,
blown all,
stripped,
knew them,
crept out.
Not less.
"It was short,"
said they.
"If they
will murder,"
we inquired,
"for a quarter
at a time...?"

 

As beautiful as any one you can find. In the
deserving
wood.

Where she
received,
he saw,
but yet
not.

And a horse, and
the "the."

 

Come flying!
Ground and
blown, all
stripped off.
Once for her
bed,
(their sister's)
you must
hide.
They will---

for we can
quarter.
We retain, and
afterwards we resume our usual appearance.

Their sister then asked them with tears. "Can you?"

 

Himself,
a maiden and
her. Who?
But she did
the languages
to all, as a
King.
Her
and
his
for her
sunbeams,
her by his.
and
he said, "This maiden will I to marry, and no
other in the world," and after some days he was united.

 

Scaffolded
as she had
kindled, she---
flying---
she and
the Swans,
she was
soon as
the brothers
wanted (his
wing).
The Queen
began
and accused, and
how the wicked old woman had stolen away!

 

She---she who cannot
King---a year after, when
the first-born son went
away, then she went to
the Queen.
She would not believe it, and
injured his wife, who said
"shirts" and "paying attention."
A second child was born---
the same deceit---but
her words said,
acted so: she could, but
her innocence would.

 

Her and she threw down.
Even her rich dress did not.
The hunter himself climbed
the maiden and took her,
asked her, "Who art thou?
A tree?" But she did not say,
in all the languages that he
was dumb to, as a fish. Since
the King's heart
for her was strong,
his cloak placed her
in his castle. There
he made for her.

 

Away and
out,

my brothers went
into the wood.
The next day, she
saw a rude hut.

 

Who
to
fire?

Soon, those
enabled to throw
did so, their feathers
well; except the young.

 

She threw over each one
as it touched
the Swans.
The forest
was quite free of
the little girl. It had
brothers, and
her.