The Glass Ball
There was once a woman who had two daughters. She gave each of them a beautiful glass ball, and they liked them very much.
One day, they were playing together, and one of the girls tossed her ball over the wall into the next garden. The house in that garden belonged to a fox who never talked to his neighbours.
The girl that tossed her ball over the wall was afraid of this fox, but she liked the glass ball very much, so she said to herself, “I must not lose my ball and I’ll get it back.”
So she bravely walked to the fox’s house, but she knocked at the door very timidly. The fox opened the door, and the girl told him how she lost her glass ball in his garden.
“You can have your ball,” said the fox, “if you become my housekeeper for a year.”
The girl agreed to live in the fox’s house for a year. She did not see the fox very often because he went out early every morning and came back late at night.
Now, before the fox went out as usual one morning, he called the girl to him and said to her, “I am going away for a little time. While I am away, there are five things you must not do: you must not wash up the dishes or sweep the floor or dust the chairs or look into the cupboard, and you must not look under my bed.”
And the fox went away. But the girl decided to disobey him, and she said to herself, “I will see what happens if I don’t do as he tells me.”
So first of all, she washed up the dishes. Suddenly, a great bag full of copper fell down before her.
“Very good,” said the girl.
Next, she swept the floor. This time, a great bag full of silver fell down before her.
“Better still,” said the girl.
Next, she dusted the chairs when a great bag full of gold fell down before her.
“That’s just what I want,” said the girl.
Next, she looked into the cupboard, and there was her glass ball!
“Oh, you don’t know how glad I am,” she said and clapped her hands.
Finally, she went upstairs and looked under the bed, and there was the fox! She was awfully frightened and ran downstairs, through the garden and up the town street. She came to a lane, and at the top of the lane she met a horse and said to the horse:
“Horse of mine, horse of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the horse neighed and said, “I will not.”
A little further she met a cow and said:
“Cow of mine, cow of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the cow mooed and said, “I will not.”
A little further she met a mule and said:
“Mule of mine, mule of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the mule brayed and said, “I will not.”
A little further she met a dog and said:
“Dog of mine, dog of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the dog barked and said, “I will not.”
A little further on she met a cat and said:
“Cat of mine, cat of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the cat mewed and said, “I will not.”
Finally, she met an owl and said:
“Owl of mine, owl of thine,
If you meet a fox today,
Do not tell I passed this way.”
And the owl hooted and said, “I will not.”
The fox followed the girl, and now he came to the same lane where he met the horse and sang to him with such a lovely voice:
“Horse of mine, horse of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the horse said, “She passed me by.”
Next he met the same cow and sang to her:
“Cow of mine, cow of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the cow said, “She passed me by.”
A little further on he met the same mule and sang:
“Mule of mine, mule of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the mule said, “She passed me by.”
A little further he met the same dog and sang:
“Dog of mine, dog of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the dog said, “She passed me by.”
A little further he met the same cat and sang:
“Cat of mine, cat of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the cat said, “She passed me by.”
Finally, he met the owl and sang:
“Owl of mine, owl of thine,
Did you meet a maid of mine?”
And the owl said, “She passed me by.”
“Which way did she go?” said the fox.
The owl answered, “You must go over that gate and across that field, and you will find her behind the wood.”
The fox ran away, over the gate and across the field and into the wood, but he did not find neither the girl nor the glass ball.
The Three Sillies
Once upon a time, there was a farmer and his wife who had one daughter. And a gentleman courted this girl. He came every evening to see her and stopped to supper at the farmhouse, and the daughter went down into the cellar to bring the beer for supper. So one evening she went down to bring the beer, and she saw a mallet that was hanging on the ceiling. She did not notice it before. She thought it was very dangerous to have that mallet there, and she said to herself, “If we marry, and we have a son, and he grows up and comes down into the cellar to bring the beer, the mallet will fall on his head and kill him. How awful!” And she sat down and began to cry.
Her father and the gentleman were wondering upstairs where the girl disappeared, and her mother went down to look for her. She saw that the girl was sitting and crying, and the beer was running all over the floor.
“What’s the matter?” said her mother.
“Oh, mother!” says she. “Look at that horrid mallet! If we marry, and we have a son, and he grows up and comes down into the cellar to bring the beer, the mallet will fall on his head and kill him. How awful! How awful!”
“Dear, dear! That’s really terrible!” said the mother, and she sat down and started to cry, too. Then the father began to wonder that they didn’t come back, and he went down into the cellar. They were sitting and crying, and the beer was running all over the floor.
“What’s the matter?” says he.
“Oh,” says the mother, “look at that horrid mallet. Just think: if our daughter and her sweetheart marry, and they have a son, and he grows up and comes down into the cellar to bring the beer, the mallet will fall on his head and kill him. How awful! How awful!”
“Dear, dear, dear! It is so dreadful!” said the father, and he sat down and started to cry, too.
Now the gentleman went down into the cellar too, to see what they were doing there. They three were sitting and crying side by side, and the beer was running all over the floor. And he ran and turned the tap.
Then he said, “What are you three doing? Why are you sitting and crying?”
“Oh!” says the father, “look at that horrid mallet! Just think: if you and our daughter marry, and you have a son, and he grows up and comes down into the cellar to bring the beer, the mallet will fall on his head and kill him. How awful! How awful!” And then they all started to cry worse than before.
But the gentleman smiled and took the mallet, and then he said, “I travelled many miles, and I never met such big sillies as you three before. Now I shall start my travels again, and when I can find three bigger sillies than you three, then I’ll come back and marry your daughter.” So he wished them good-bye and went away. The three sillies were all crying because the girl lost her sweetheart.
Well, he travelled a long way, and at last he came to a woman’s cottage. It had some grass on the roof. And the woman was trying to get her cow to go up a ladder to the grass. So the gentleman asked the woman what she was doing. “Look at all that beautiful grass,” she said, “I’m going to feed my cow with it.” “Oh, you poor silly!” said the gentleman, “you must cut the grass and throw it down to the cow!”
Well, that was one big silly.
Then the gentleman came to an inn. In the morning he saw a strange man. He hang his trousers on the knobs of the chest of drawers and ran across the room and tried to jump into them. At last, he stopped and wiped his face with his handkerchief. “Trousers,” he says, “are the most terrible kind of clothes in the world. Who could invent such things?! I usually spend an hour to get into my trousers every morning!” So the gentleman laughed, and showed him how to put the trousers on.
So that was another big silly.
Then the gentleman came to a village. Outside the village there was a pond, and round the pond was a crowd of people. And they had rakes, and brooms, and pitchforks, and they were piercing the water of the pond. The gentleman asked what was the matter. “Don’t you see,” they say, “Moon fell down into the pond, and we can’t catch it!” So the gentleman laughed and told them to look up into the sky and that it was only the shadow in the water. But they didn’t listen to him and abused him.
And he saw more and more sillies, even more than three. So the gentleman came back home again and married the farmer’s daughter. And if they didn’t live happily, that’s nothing to do with you or me.
