THE STRAW, THE COAL, AND THE BEAN
THE STRAW, THE COAL, AND THE BEAN
In a village dwelt a
poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook
them. So she made a fire on her hearth, and that it might burn the quicker, she
lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the
pan, one dropped without her observing it, and lay on the ground beside a
straw, and soon afterwards a burning coal from the fire leapt down to the two.
Then the straw began and said: ‘Dear friends, from whence do you come here?’
The coal replied: ‘I fortunately sprang out of the fire, and if I had not
escaped by sheer force, my death would have been certain,—I should have been
burnt to ashes.’ The bean said: ‘I too have escaped with a whole skin, but if
the old woman had got me into the pan, I should have been made into broth
without any mercy, like my comrades.’ ‘And would a better fate have fallen to
my lot?’ said the straw. ‘The old woman has destroyed all my brethren in fire
and smoke; she seized sixty of them at once, and took their lives. I luckily
slipped through her fingers.’
‘But what are we to do
now?’ said the coal.
‘I think,’ answered the
bean, ‘that as we have so fortunately escaped death, we should keep together
like good companions, and lest a new mischance should overtake us here, we
should go away together, and repair to a foreign country.’
The proposition pleased
the two others, and they set out on their way together. Soon, however, they
came to a little brook, and as there was no bridge or foot-plank, they did not
know how they were to get over it. The straw hit on a good idea, and said: ‘I
will lay myself straight across, and then you can walk over on me as on a
bridge.’ The straw therefore stretched itself from one bank to the other, and
the coal, who was of an impetuous disposition, tripped quite boldly on to the
newly-built bridge. But when she had reached the middle, and heard the water
rushing beneath her, she was after all, afraid, and stood still, and ventured
no farther. The straw, however, began to burn, broke in two pieces, and fell
into the stream. The coal slipped after her, hissed when she got into the
water, and breathed her last. The bean, who had prudently stayed behind on the
shore, could not but laugh at the event, was unable to stop, and laughed so
heartily that she burst. It would have been all over with her, likewise, if, by
good fortune, a tailor who was travelling in search of work, had not sat down
to rest by the brook. As he had a compassionate heart he pulled out his needle
and thread, and sewed her together. The bean thanked him most prettily, but as
the tailor used black thread, all beans since then have a black seam.
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