Friday, October 21, 2016

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Monday, October 17, 2016

Grimm Reviews – “The Wonderful Musician”

“The Wonderful Musician”

A musician was walking through the woods when he grew lonely. He played his fiddle in the hopes it would bring out a companion. Well, a wolf showed up and begged to be taught how to fiddle. The musician didn’t really want a wolf for a companion, so he tricked the wolf to get his front paws stuck in a tree and to stay until he came back.

The musician walked on, and decided to play his fiddle again. This time a fox came out begging to learn how to fiddle. The musician didn’t want a fox for a companion, so when they came to a convenient spot he tied the fox’s front paws to different trees and told him to stay until he came back.

The musician then walked on, and when he played his fiddle a third time a hare came asking to be taught to play. The musician tied a string around the hare’s neck and had him run around a tree until he was tangled, and told him to stay until he came back.

But the fourth time the musician played, a woodsman came to him to listen to the beautiful music. Meanwhile, the wolf had gotten free and had come after the musician, freeing both the fox and hare. But when they finally caught up to the musician, the woodsman raised his axe and scared them away. The musician played more music to show his appreciation to the woodsman, and then he left.


I’m not sure if this is the right title for this story. I don’t think this musician was wonderful. He seemed more … dickish. He couldn’t have just told the wolf, fox, or hare that he had no interest teaching animals to fiddle? The only thing he could do was tie them up? Seems like this musician had some issues.

And if his fiddle playing was so good it brought out the animals, you’d think he would have plenty of company with hunters.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Grimm Reviews – “The Owl”

“The Owl”

So one night an owl flew into a barn and decided to spend the day there. In the morning, a man-servant went to the barn for some straw and saw the owl. Apparently, this barn was in a village of idiots, because the man-servant went screaming because he thought it was some monster.

The master went to the barn and also thought there was a monster in there. Soon the villagers gathered with pitchforks and everyone who went in came out scared of the monster. Even the brave lad with a sword and armor was spooked when the owl hooted at him.

Unable to think of anything else to do, the villagers burned the barn down with the owl inside.


An owl? AN OWL! I think this story should be called “The village of idiots.”

I’m guessing, that this story was for little kids so they wouldn’t be frightened of things that went bump in the night. Along the lines of, “You aren’t stupid enough to be frightened of an owl.” I’m just guessing that, but still this is the kind of crap I’d suspect from some reality show where they take a bunch of city slickers and stick on a farm.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Grimm Reviews – “The Death of the Hen”

“The Death of the Hen”

One day, a cock and hen went to the mountains for nuts. (I don’t know if these are the same cock and hen from “The Vagabonds” or not.) Anyway, they agreed to split all the nuts they found. But the hen found a big nut and decided to keep it for herself. But the nut was so big she started to choke.

The cock went to a brook to get water, but the brook wouldn’t give him water unless he had some silk from a bride. So the cock went to a bride, but she wouldn’t give him silk unless she had a garland from a willow. So the cock got the garland, gave it to the bride and got the silk. He gave the silk to the brook and got some water, but it was too late and the hen was dead.

The cock cried so loud that all the other animals came out. Six mice built a wagon for the hen and they hitched themselves to it. As they traveled, a fox, a bear, a lion, and other animals fell in behind the wagon.

They came to a brook (a different one, I believe) and didn’t know how to cross it. There was a straw (from “The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean?”) in the brook who laid himself over the brook so they could drive over. But the mice fell in and drowned.

Then a coal said he would lay across the brook, but as soon as he hit the water he died. Then a stone laid himself across the brook and the cock was able to get the wagon to the other side. Somehow, I’m not entirely sure how, but when the other animals tried to follow, the rock flipped and they all drowned.

The cock buried his hen, and then filled with grief he sat by her grave until he died.


What a nice happy story.

I guess it sucks to be in fairy tale land where you can’t just get a cup of water from a brook for your choking wife, but you have to ask permission and then run errands for the brook.

How big was this brook that a bear and lion and whatever other animals couldn’t just wade across it?  And how thinks that a straw will be strong enough to support the weight of a wagon with a dead hen in it?