In a village
dwelt a poor old woman
, who had gathered together a dish of bean
s 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 the straw, and soon afterward a burning coal
from the fire leapt down to join 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 burned 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 mde 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. Lest a new mischance should overtake us here, we should go away together and repair to a foreign country.
The proposition pleased the 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 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 thereupon stretched itself from one bank to the other, and the coal, who was very impetuous, tripped quite boldly onto the newly built bridge. But when she had reached the middle and heard the water rushing beneth her, she became very afraid. She stood still and ventured no further. 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 help laughing at the event, and laughed so heartily that she burst. It would have been all over for her, likewise, had not a tailor, who was traveling in search of work, sat down by the brook to rest. As he had a compassionte heart, he pulled out his needle and thread and sewed her together. The bean thanked him most prettily, but as the tailor used a black thread, all beans since then have a black seam.
Taken from A Child's Book of Stories, published by dilithium Press.