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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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Grimm’s Fairy Tales

The Golden Bird
Hans In Luck
Jorinda And Jorindel
The Travelling Musicians
Old Sultan
The Straw, The Coal, And The Bean
Briar Rose
The Dog And The Sparrow
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
The Fisherman And His Wife
The Willow-Wren And The Bear
The Frog-Prince
Cat And Mouse In Partnership
The Goose-Girl
1. How They Went To The Mountains To Eat Nuts
2. How Chanticleer And Partlet Went To Vist Mr Korbes
3. How Partlet Died And Was Buried, And How Chanticleer Died Of Grief
Rapunzel
Fundevogel
The Valiant Little Tailor
Hansel And Gretel
The Mouse, The Bird, And The Sausage
Mother Holle
Little Red-Cap [Little Red Riding Hood]
The Robber Bridegroom
Tom Thumb
Rumpelstiltskin
Clever Gretel
The Old Man And His Grandson
The Little Peasant
Frederick And Catherine
Sweetheart Roland
Snowdrop
The Pink
Clever Elsie
The Miser In The Bush
Ashputtel
The White Snake
The Wolf And The Seven Little Kids
The Queen Bee
The Elves And The Shoemaker
The Juniper-Tree
The Turnip
Clever Hans
The Three Languages
The Fox And The Cat
The Four Clever Brothers
Lily And The Lion
The Fox And The Horse
The Blue Light
The Raven
The Golden Goose
The Water Of Life
The Twelve Huntsmen
The King Of The Golden Mountain
Doctor Knowall
The Seven Ravens
The Wedding Of Mrs Fox First Story
The Wedding Of Mrs Fox Second Story
The Salad
The Story Of The Youth Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was
King Grisly-Beard
Iron Hans
Cat-Skin
Snow-White And Rosered

The Wedding Of Mrs Fox First Story

There was once upon a time an old fox with nine tails, who believed that his wife was not faithful to him, and wished to put her to the test. He stretched himself out under the bench, did not move a limb, and behaved as if he were stone dead. Mrs Fox went up to her room, shut herself in, and her maid, Miss Cat, sat by the fire, and did the cooking. When it became known that the old fox was dead, suitors presented themselves. The maid heard someone standing at the house- door, knocking. She went and opened it, and it was a young fox, who said: ’What may you be about, Miss Cat? Do you sleep or do you wake?’ She answered: ’I am not sleeping, I am waking, Would you know what I am making? I am boiling warm beer with butter, Will you be my guest for supper?’ ’No, thank you, miss,’ said the fox, ‘what is Mrs Fox doing?’ The maid replied: ’She is sitting in her room, Moaning in her gloom, Weeping her little eyes quite red, Because old Mr Fox is dead.’ ’Do just tell her, miss, that a young fox is here, who would like to woo her.’ ‘Certainly, young sir.’ The cat goes up the stairs trip, trap, The door she knocks at tap, tap, tap, ‘Mistress Fox, are you inside?’ ‘Oh, yes, my little cat,’ she cried.

‘A wooer he stands at the door out there.’ ‘What does he look like, my dear?’ ’Has he nine as beautiful tails as the late Mr Fox?’ ‘Oh, no,’ answered the cat, ‘he has only one.’ ‘Then I will not have him.’ Miss Cat went downstairs and sent the wooer away.

Soon afterwards there was another knock, and another fox was at the door who wished to woo Mrs Fox. He had two tails, but he did not fare better than the first. After this still more came, each with one tail more than the other, but they were all turned away, until at last one came who had nine tails, like old Mr Fox. When the widow heard that, she said joyfully to the cat: ’Now open the gates and doors all wide, And carry old Mr Fox outside.’ But just as the wedding was going to be solemnized, old Mr Fox stirred under the bench, and cudgelled all the rabble, and drove them and Mrs Fox out of the house.