The Nasty Goat.
Today professor Grimm would tell us the last part of his favorite story.
Many of us where curious how it would all end!
He sat down on his chair and started to read the final chapter:
In the evening the young turner reached the inn where his brothers had been cheated. He laid his sack on the table before him, and began to talk of all the wonderful things which he had seen in the world. “Yes,” said he, “table-be-sets, gold-donkeys, and things of that kind — extremely good things which I by no means despise — but these are nothing in comparison with the treasure which I have obtained and am carrying about with me here in my sack.”
The innkeeper pricked up his ears. “What in the world can that be?” he thought. “The sack must be filled with nothing but jewels. I ought to get them cheap too, for all good things come in threes.”
When it was time for sleep, the guest stretched himself out on the bench, laying his sack beneath him for a pillow. When the innkeeper thought his guest was lying in a sound sleep, he went to him and pushed and pulled quite gently and carefully at the sack to see if he could possibly take it away and lay another in its place.
The turner, however, had been waiting for this for a long time, and now just as the innkeeper was about to give a hearty tug, he cried, “Cudgel out of the sack!”
Instantly the little cudgel came forth, and falling on the innkeeper gave him a sound thrashing. The innkeeper cried for mercy, but the louder he cried, the harder the cudgel beat the time on his back, until at length he fell to the ground exhausted.
Then the turner said, “If you do not give back the table-be-set and the gold-donkey, the dance shall start again from the beginning.”
“Oh, no!” cried the innkeeper, quite humbly, “I will gladly give everything back, only make the accursed kobold creep back into the sack.”
Then the journeyman said, “I will let mercy take the place of justice, but beware of getting into mischief again” Then he cried, “Cudgel into the sack,” and let him rest.
Next morning the turner went home to his father with the table-be-set, and the gold-donkey. The tailor rejoiced when he saw 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 worth your trouble! From every tree you can cut yourself one.”
“But not one like this, dear father. If I say, ‘Cudgel out of the sack,’ 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 table-be-set and the gold-donkey which the thievish innkeeper took away from my brothers. Now let them both be sent for, and invite all our relatives. I will give them to eat and to drink, and will fill their pockets with gold as well.”
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-donkey, and said to his brother, “Now, dear brother, speak to him.”
The miller said, “Bricklebrit,” and instantly the gold pieces rained down on the cloth like a cloudburst, and the donkey 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 would have liked to be there as well.)
Then the turner brought out the little table and said, “Now, dear brother, speak to it.” And scarcely had the joiner said, “Table be set,” 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 relatives stayed together until after nightfall, and were all merry and glad. The tailor locked his needle and thread and yardstick and pressing iron into a chest, and lived with his three sons in joy and splendor.
Then the professor stood up and said:
“And if you did not die you live today…
As i read with pleasure ,and i’m already looking for a new story, I’m open for suggestions.
If you have a favorite story, then i ask you to send an e-mail to Borbarad!
If we get enough suggestions, we will vote together, which story i will read.
Now there was something…
Oh, You should go again to the host to make once and for all clear that he must refrain from driving his evil!”
I will open you a moongate to his guest house!
The professor stayed behind while we traveled trough the moongate.
Ones we arrived at the guest house the host was waiting for us.
He was clearly not happy with us being there again.
He did not seemed to impressed with us and he was not planning to stop his evil.
He even was even behind all the evil that happened before.
And it was time he revealed who he really was.
It was the nasty goat.
And he did not was alone and called several of his helpers.
Several evil goats appeared in and around the guest house.
After we dealt with his helpers we turned towards the nasty goat himself.
It was time to end his reign of terror.
When we defeated the nasty goat we found a magical cudgel.
Now we look forward what stories the professor Grimm will read next time.
I will be up to us what we send to Borbarad….
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