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him once more, and asked him likewise what he had learned in foreign
parts. Dear father, said he, I have become a turner. A skilled
trade, said the father. What have you brought back with you from
your travels.

A precious thing, dear father, replied the son, a cudgel in the
sack.

What cried the father, a cudgel. That's certainly worth your
trouble. From every tree you can cut yourself one. But not one
like this, dear father. If I say, out of the sack, cudgel, the
cudgel springs out and leads anyone ill-disposed toward me a weary
dance, and never stops until he lies on the ground and prays for
fair weather. Look you, with this cudgel have I rescued the
wishing-table and the gold-ass which the thievish innkeeper took
away from my brothers. Now let them both be sent for, and invite
all our kinsmen. I will give them to eat and to drink, and will
fill their pockets with gold into the bargain. The old tailor
had not much confidence. Nevertheless he summoned the relatives
together. Then the turner spread a cloth in the room and led in the
gold-ass, and said to his brother, now, dear brother, speak to him.
The miller said, bricklebrit, and instantly the gold pices rained
down on the cloth like a thunder-shower, and the ass did not stop
until every one of them had so much that he could carry no more.
- I can see by your face that you also would have liked to be
there. -

Then the turner brought the little table, and said, now dear
brother, speak to it. And scarcely had the carpenter said, table,
spread yourself, than it was spread and amply covered with the
most exquisite dishes. Then such a meal took place as the good
tailor had never yet known in his house, and the whole party of
kinsmen stayed together till far in the night, and were all merry
and glad. The tailor locked away needle and thread, yard-measure
and goose, in a closet, and lived with his three sons in joy and
splendor.

What, however, happened to the goat who was to blame for the
tailor driving out his three sons? That I will tell you. She
was ashamed that she had a bald head, and ran to a fox's hole and
crept into it. When the fox came home, he was met by two great
eyes shining out of the darkness, and was terrified and ran away.
A bear met him, and as the fox looked quite disturbed, he said,
what is the matter with you, brother fox, why do you look like
that. Ah, answered redskin, a fierce beast is in my cave and stared
at me with its fiery eyes. We will soon drive him out, said
the bear, and went with him to the cave and looked in, but when
he saw the fiery eyes, fear seized on him likewise. He would have
nothing to do with the furious beast, and took to his heels. The
bee met him, and as she saw that he was ill at ease, she said,
bear, you are really pulling a very pitiful face. What has become
of all your gaiety. It is all very well for you to talk, replied
the bear, a furious beast with staring eyes is in redskin's house,
and we can't drive him out. The bee said, bear I pity you, I am
a poor weak creature whom you would not turn aside to look at, but
still, I believe, I can help you. She flew into the fox's cave,
lighted on the goat's smoothly-shorn head, and stung her so
violently, that she sprang up, crying meh, meh, and ran forth
into the world as if mad, and to this hour no one knows where she
has gone.
There was once a poor peasant who sat in the evening by the
hearth and poked the fire, and his wife sat and spun. Then
said he, how sad it is that we have no children. With us all
is so quiet, and in other houses it is noisy and lively.
Yes, replied the wife, and sighed, even if we had only one,
and it were quite small, and only as big as a thumb, I should be
quite satisfied, and we would still love it with all our hearts.
Now it so happened that the woman fell ill, and after seven
months gave birth to a child, that was perfect in all its limbs,
but no longer than a thumb. Then said they, it is as we wished
it to be, and it shall be our dear child. And because of its
size, they called it thumbling. Though they did not let it want
for food, the child did not grow taller, but remained as it had
been at the first. Nevertheless it looked sensibly out of its
eyes, and soon showed itself to be a wise and nimble creature,
for everything it did turned out well.

One day the peasant was getting ready to go into the forest to
cut wood, when he said as if to himself, how I wish that there
was someone who would bring the cart to me. Oh father, cried
thumbling, I will soon bring the cart, rely on that. It shall
be in the forest at the appointed time. The man smiled and
said, how can that be done, you are far too small to lead the
horse by the reins. That's of no consequence, father, if my
mother will only harness it, I shall sit in the horse's ear
and call out to him how he is to go. Well, answered the man,
for once we will try it.

When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse, and placed
thumbling in its ear, and then the little creature cried, gee
up, gee up.

Then it went quite properly as if with its master, and the cart
went the right way into the forest. It so happened that just
as he was turning a corner, and the little one was crying, gee
up, two strange men came towards him. My word, said one of them,
what is this. There is a cart coming, and a driver is calling to
the horse and still he is not to be seen. That can't be right,
said the other, we will follow the cart and see where it stops. The
cart, however, drove right into the forest, and exactly to the

him once more, and asked him likewise what he had learned in foreign

parts. Dear father, said he, I have become a turner. A skilled

trade, said the father. What have you brought back with you from

your travels.

A precious thing, dear father, replied the son, a cudgel in the

sack.

What cried the father, a cudgel. That's certainly worth your

trouble. From every tree you can cut yourself one. But not one

like this, dear father. If I say, out of the sack, cudgel, the

cudgel springs out and leads anyone ill-disposed toward me a weary

dance, and never stops until he lies on the ground and prays for

fair weather. Look you, with this cudgel have I rescued the

wishing-table and the gold-ass which the thievish innkeeper took

away from my brothers. Now let them both be sent for, and invite

all our kinsmen. I will give them to eat and to drink, and will

fill their pockets with gold into the bargain. The old tailor

had not much confidence. Nevertheless he summoned the relatives

together. Then the turner spread a cloth in the room and led in the

gold-ass, and said to his brother, now, dear brother, speak to him.

The miller said, bricklebrit, and instantly the gold pices rained

down on the cloth like a thunder-shower, and the ass did not stop

until every one of them had so much that he could carry no more.

- I can see by your face that you also would have liked to be

there. -

Then the turner brought the little table, and said, now dear

brother, speak to it. And scarcely had the carpenter said, table,

spread yourself, than it was spread and amply covered with the

most exquisite dishes. Then such a meal took place as the good

tailor had never yet known in his house, and the whole party of

kinsmen stayed together till far in the night, and were all merry

and glad. The tailor locked away needle and thread, yard-measure

and goose, in a closet, and lived with his three sons in joy and

splendor.

What, however, happened to the goat who was to blame for the

tailor driving out his three sons? That I will tell you. She

was ashamed that she had a bald head, and ran to a fox's hole and

crept into it. When the fox came home, he was met by two great

eyes shining out of the darkness, and was terrified and ran away.

A bear met him, and as the fox looked quite disturbed, he said,

what is the matter with you, brother fox, why do you look like

that. Ah, answered redskin, a fierce beast is in my cave and stared

at me with its fiery eyes. We will soon drive him out, said

the bear, and went with him to the cave and looked in, but when

he saw the fiery eyes, fear seized on him likewise. He would have

nothing to do with the furious beast, and took to his heels. The

bee met him, and as she saw that he was ill at ease, she said,

bear, you are really pulling a very pitiful face. What has become

of all your gaiety. It is all very well for you to talk, replied

the bear, a furious beast with staring eyes is in redskin's house,

and we can't drive him out. The bee said, bear I pity you, I am

a poor weak creature whom you would not turn aside to look at, but

still, I believe, I can help you. She flew into the fox's cave,

lighted on the goat's smoothly-shorn head, and stung her so

violently, that she sprang up, crying meh, meh, and ran forth

into the world as if mad, and to this hour no one knows where she

has gone.

There was once a poor peasant who sat in the evening by the

hearth and poked the fire, and his wife sat and spun. Then

said he, how sad it is that we have no children. With us all

is so quiet, and in other houses it is noisy and lively.

Yes, replied the wife, and sighed, even if we had only one,

and it were quite small, and only as big as a thumb, I should be

quite satisfied, and we would still love it with all our hearts.

Now it so happened that the woman fell ill, and after seven

months gave birth to a child, that was perfect in all its limbs,

but no longer than a thumb. Then said they, it is as we wished

it to be, and it shall be our dear child. And because of its

size, they called it thumbling. Though they did not let it want

for food, the child did not grow taller, but remained as it had

been at the first. Nevertheless it looked sensibly out of its

eyes, and soon showed itself to be a wise and nimble creature,

for everything it did turned out well.

One day the peasant was getting ready to go into the forest to

cut wood, when he said as if to himself, how I wish that there

was someone who would bring the cart to me. Oh father, cried

thumbling, I will soon bring the cart, rely on that. It shall

be in the forest at the appointed time. The man smiled and

said, how can that be done, you are far too small to lead the

horse by the reins. That's of no consequence, father, if my

mother will only harness it, I shall sit in the horse's ear

and call out to him how he is to go. Well, answered the man,

for once we will try it.

When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse, and placed

thumbling in its ear, and then the little creature cried, gee

up, gee up.

Then it went quite properly as if with its master, and the cart

went the right way into the forest. It so happened that just

as he was turning a corner, and the little one was crying, gee

up, two strange men came towards him. My word, said one of them,

what is this. There is a cart coming, and a driver is calling to

the horse and still he is not to be seen. That can't be right,

said the other, we will follow the cart and see where it stops. The

cart, however, drove right into the forest, and exactly to the