الفصل الفصل 17 · The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean

. The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean

In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish

of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth, 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 leapt down to the two. Then the straw

began and said, “Dear friends, from whence do you come here?” The coal

replied, “I fortunately sprang out of the fire, and if I had not

escaped by main 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 fallen to my lot?” said the straw. “The old woman has

destroyed all my brethren in fire and smoke; she seized sixty of them

at once, and took their lives. I luckily slipped through her fingers.”

“But what are we to do now?” said the coal.

“I think,” answered the bean, “that as we have so fortunately escaped

death, we should keep together like good companions, and lest a new

mischance should overtake us here, we should go away together, and

repair to a foreign country.”

The proposition pleased the two others, and they set out on their way

in company. Soon, however, they came to a little brook, and as there

was no bridge or foot-plank, 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 on 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 on to

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 in two pieces, and fell into the stream. The coal 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 but 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 tailor used black thread, all beans since then

have a black seam.