"Yes, indeed, I wish we were there," said the a.s.s. Then they consulted together how it should be managed so as to get the robbers out of the house, and at last they hit on a plan. The a.s.s was to place his forefeet on the window-sill, the dog was to get on the a.s.s"s back, the cat on the top of the dog, and lastly the c.o.c.k was to fly up and perch on the cat"s head. When that was done, at a given signal they all began to perform their music. The a.s.s brayed, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and the c.o.c.k crowed; then they burst through into the room, breaking all the panes of gla.s.s. The robbers fled at the dreadful sound; they thought it was some goblin, and fled to the wood in the utmost terror. Then the four companions sat down to table, made free with the remains of the meal, and feasted as if they had been hungry for a month. And when they had finished they put out the lights, and each sought out a sleeping-place to suit his nature and habits. The a.s.s laid himself down outside on the dunghill, the dog behind the door, the cat on the hearth by the warm ashes, and the c.o.c.k settled himself in the c.o.c.kloft, and as they were all tired with their long journey they soon fell fast asleep.
When midnight drew near, and the robbers from afar saw that no light was burning, and that everything appeared quiet, their captain said to them that he thought that they had run away without reason, telling one of them to go and reconnoitre. So one of them went, and found everything quite quiet; he went into the kitchen to strike a light, and taking the glowing fiery eyes of the cat for burning coals, he held a match to them in order to kindle it. But the cat, not seeing the joke, flew into his face, spitting and scratching. Then he cried out in terror, and ran to get out at the back door, but the dog, who was lying there, ran at him and bit his leg; and as he was rushing through the yard by the dunghill the a.s.s struck out and gave him a great kick with his hindfoot; and the c.o.c.k, who had been wakened with the noise, and felt quite brisk, cried out, "c.o.c.k-a-doodle-doo!"
Then the robber got back as well as he could to his captain, and said, "Oh dear! in that house there is a grewsome witch, and I felt her breath and her long nails in my face; and by the door there stands a man who stabbed me in the leg with a knife; and in the yard there lies a black spectre, who beat me with his wooden club; and above, upon the roof, there sits the justice, who cried, "Bring that rogue here!" And so I ran away from the place as fast as I could."
From that time forward the robbers never ventured to that house, and the four Bremen town musicians found themselves so well off where they were, that there they stayed. And the person who last related this tale is still living, as you see.
PRUDENT HANS
ONE day, Hans"s mother said,
"Where are you going, Hans?"
Hans answered,
"To Grethel"s, mother."
"Manage well, Hans."
"All right! Good-bye, mother."
"Good-bye, Hans."
Then Hans came to Grethel"s.
"Good morning, Grethel."
"Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me to-day?"
"I have brought nothing, but I want something."
So Grethel gave Hans a needle; and then he said,
"Good-bye, Grethel," and she said, "Good-bye, Hans."
Hans carried the needle away with him, and stuck it in a hay-cart that was going along, and he followed it home.
"Good evening, mother."
"Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?"
"To Grethel"s, mother."
"What did you take her?"
"I took nothing, but I brought away something."
"What did Grethel give you?"
"A needle, mother."
"What did you do with it, Hans?"
"Stuck it in the hay-cart."
"That was very stupid of you, Hans. You should have stuck it in your sleeve."
"All right, mother! I"ll do better next time."
When next time came, Hans"s mother said,
"Where are you going, Hans?"
"To Grethel"s, mother."
"Manage well, Hans."
"All right! Good-bye, mother."
"Good-bye, Hans."
Then Hans came to Grethel.
"Good morning, Grethel."
"Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me to-day?"
"I"ve brought nothing, but I want something."
So Grethel gave Hans a knife, and then he said, "Good-bye, Grethel," and she said, "Good-bye, Hans."
Hans took the knife away with him, and stuck it in his sleeve, and went home.
"Good evening, mother."
"Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?"
"To Grethel"s."
"What did you take her?"
"I took nothing, but I brought away something."
"What did Grethel give you, Hans?"