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Story 80: Thumbling's Travels (Second StorybyBrothers'Grimm1812)

A Tailor had a son who was smal, no bigger than a thumb, and for It reason he was called thumbling. But the boy had plenty of just and he said to his father: "Father, I want to see the world. of pose can stop me." "Very well, my son.," said the old man, and nd wok a long darning needle, held it over the candle and made a knot osaling was on it. "Here," he said, "is a sword to take with you." The lite tailor wanted to have one more meal with his parents, and he bounded into the kitchen to see what his mother had been cook-ing: The stew had just been ladled out, and the serving dish was on the stove. "Mother," he asked, "what is there to eat?" "See for your self," said his mother. Thumbling jumped up on the stove and looked into the dish. But he stuck his neck out too far. The steam from the dish caught him and carried him up the chimney and out into the air.
For a while he floated about on the steam, then finally he glided down to the ground. Once the little tailor was out in the wide world, he wandered from place to place and even went to work for a master tailor, but the food wasn't good enough for him. He said to the master's wife: "If you don't give us better food, I'll leave here first thing in the morning. I'l take a piece of chalk, and here's what I'll write on the door: Too much potatoes and not enough meat, good-bye, you penny-pinching cheat." That made the master's wife angry.
"You wretched grasshopper!" she cried, and picked up a rag and tried to hit him with it. But the little tailor slipped deftly under the thimble, peered out from underneath and stuck out his tongue at her.
She picked up the thimble and tried to grab him, but Thumbling jumped into the rag, and when she unfolded it and looked for him he slipped into a crack in the table. "Ho, ho!" he cried, sticking out his head, and when she tried to strike him he jumped down into the drawer. But in the end she caught him and chased him and chased him out of the house.
Thumbling walked until he came to a big forest. There he met a band of robbers who were planning to rob the king's treasure. When they saw the litle tailor, they thought: "A little fellow like that can crawl through a keyhole; he's as good as a picklock." And one of them cried out: "Hey, you giant Goliath! We're on our way to the king's treasure room. Do you want to come along? You can crawl in and toss out the money." Thumbling thought it over and finally said,
"Yes." They went to the treasure room and he examined the door from top to bottom, looking for a crack. Soon he found one that was wide enough to let him in. He started to slip through, but one of the two guards who were standing by the door noticed him and said to the other: "Would you look at that ugly spider! I'm going to squash it." "What has the poor creature done to you?" said the other.
"Leave it alone." Then Thumbling slipped through the crack into the treasure room, opened the window above where the robbers were standing, and threw taler after taler out to them. Thumbling was hard at work when he heard the king coming to inspect his treasure room, and he crawled into the first hiding place he could find. The king noticed that a good many talers were missing, but he couldn't see how anyone could have stolen them, for the locks and bolts were in good condition and everything seemed secure. On his way out, he said to the two guards: "Keep your eyes open. Someone is making off with my money." When Thumbling started work again, they heard the coins inside moving and jingling clinkety-clink. They moved quickly and tried to catch the thief, but the little tailor heard them coming and he was even quicker. He jumped into a corner, covered himself with a taler, and jeered at the guards: "Hey, here I am!" The guards ran to the corner, but before they got there he had hopped under a taler in another corner, crying: "Hey, here I am!" Again the guards came running, but long before they got to him, Thumbling was in a third corner crying out: "Hey, here I am!" So he made fools of them and led them a merry chase around the treasure room until they were worn out. After they had given up and left, he got back to work and little by little tossed out all the talers. When he came to the last taler he threw it with all his might, then hopped nimbly aboard it, and rode out through the window on it. The robbers were full of praise. "You are a mighty hero !" they said. "Would you like to be our captain?" But Thumbling declined, saying he wanted to see the world first. Then they divided the spoils, but the little tailor asked for only one kreuzer, because that was all he could carry.

He buckled on his sword, bade the robbers good-bye, and went his way. He apprenticed himself to several masters, but that kind of thing didn't suit him, and in the end he went to work as a hired man at an inn. The maids hated him, for without being seen he could watch all their secret doings, and then he would tell the innkeeper what they had filched from the platters and what they had helped themselves to in the cellar. "You just wait," they muttered. "We'll show you." And they arranged to play a little trick on him. A few days later, when one of the maids was mowing the meadow, she saw Thumbling leaping about and crawling up and down the blades of grass. Quick as a flash, she mowed him along with the grass, bundled up everything she had mown in a cloth, and secretly gave it to the cows. Among the cows was a big black one, who swallowed Thum-bling without hurting him. But down below he didn't like it at all, for it was pitch dark, with no sign of a candle. While the cow was being milked, he cried out:
"Strip, strap, strull,
Will the pail soon be full?"
But what with the sound of the milking, he wasn't understood. A little later the farmer came into the barn and said: "That cow is to be slaughtered tomorrow." Thumbling was so frightened that he sang out: "Let me out first! I'm inside her." The farmer heard him but didn't know where the voice came from. "Where are you?" he called. "In the black one," he replied, but the farmer didn't know what he meant, and left the barn.
Next morning the cow was slaughtered. Luckily, when the carcass was dismembered and cut up, not a single blow struck Thumbling, but he ended up in the sausage meat. When the butcher arrived and set to work, Thumbling shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't cut too deep, don't cut too deep, I'm underneach." But the cleavers were making so much noise that nobody heard him. Thumbling was in a fine fix, but danger makes one spry, and he jumped about so deftly between the cleavers that neither of them touched him and he came off unharmed. But there was no way of escaping, and in the end he had to let himself be stuffed into a blood sausage along with the scraps of bacon.
It was very close in there, and to make matters worse, he was hung up to smoke in the chimney, where the time dragged on and on, and he became terribly bored. Finally winter came and he was taken down, because the sausage was to be set before a guest. The innkeeper's wife began to slice the sausage and Thumbling was careful not to stick his head out too far for fear she would cut it off. Finally he saw his chance, made an opening for him-self, and jumped out.
The little tailor resumed his travels at once, for he had no desire to stay in the house where he had fared so badly. But his freedom was short-lived. In the open country he met a fox who absent-mindedly snapped him up. "Hey, Mr. Fox," the little tailor cried. "It's me, and I'm halfway down your throat. Let me go." "Sure thing!" said the fox. "You're no good to me at all. I'll let you go if you promise me the chickens in your father's barnyard." "With all my heart," said Thumbling. "You shall have every last one of them, I promise you." So the fox let him go and even carried him home. When the father saw his beloved son again, he gladly gave the fox every chicken he owned. "But to make up for it I'm bringing you a tidy sum of money," said Thumbling, and handed his father the kreuzer he had earned on his travels.
"But why did the fox get the poor chickens to eat?" "You little dunce. Wouldn't your father care more for his child than for the chickens in his barnyard?"

The end. As of right now I've found more but I do know there are Three other versions of The Valiant, Brave or Clever Little Tailor story from earlier I am doing them next hopefully I can cover at least 100 stories before this book ends, Skylights, I didn't expect to get all the way up to Number 80. Mindblown, honestly. Keep enjoying your day. ––Lumna10 out.