English speaking reading of Grimm Fairy Tales
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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The straw, the coal and the bean in a village dwelt a poor old woman who'd gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her half and that it might burn the quicker she lighted it with a handful of straw when she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped without her observing it and lay on the ground beside a straw. And soon afterwards, a burning coal from the fire led down to the two. Then the straw began and said, dear friends from when do you come here? The coal replied, I fortunately sprang out of the fire. And if I'd not escaped by sheer force, my death would have been certain I should have been burnt to ashes. The bean said I too have escaped with a whole skin. But if the old woman had got me into the pan, I should have been made into broth without any mercy like my comrades. And would a better fate have fall into my lot. Said the straw. The old woman has destroyed all my brethren in fire and smoke. She sees 60 of them at once and took their lives. I luckily slip through her fingers. But what are we to do? Now, said the cole, I think answered the bean that as we have so fortunately escaped death, we should keep together like good companions and le a new mischa should overtake us here. We should go away together and repair to a foreign country. The proposition pleased the other two and they set out on their way together soon. However, they came to a little Brook and as there was no bridge or foot plan, they did not know how they were to get over it. The straw hit on a good idea and said, I will lay myself straight across and then you can walk over me as on a bridge. The straw therefore stretched itself from one bank to the other. And the coal who was of an impetuous disposition tripped quite boldly onto the newly built bridge. But when she had reached the middle and heard the water rushing beneath her, she was after all afraid and stood still and ventured no farther. The straw however began to burn, broke into two pieces and fell into the stream. The cold slipped after her hissed when she got into the water and breathed her last, the bean who had prudently stayed behind on the shore could not put laugh at the event, was unable to stop and laughed so heartily that she burst, it would have been all over with her. Likewise, if by good fortune. A tailor who was traveling in search of work had not sat down to rest by the Brook. As he had a compassionate heart, he pulled out his needle and thread and sewed her together. The bean thanked him most prettily. But as the Taylor used black thread, all beans since then. Have a black seam. Yeah. Yeah.