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Bremen Town musicians
A
certain
man
had
a
donkey
,
which
had
carried
the
corn-sacks
to
the
mill
for
many
a
long
year
;
but
his
strength
was
going
,
and
he
was
growing
more
and
more
unfit
for
the
work
.
Then
his
master
began
to
consider
how
he
might
best
save
his
keep
;
but
the
donkey
,
seeing
that
no
good
wind
was
blowing
,
ran
away
and
set
out
on
the
road
to
Bremen
.
"
There
,
"
he
thought
,
"
I
can
surely
be
town-musician
.
"
When
he
had
walked
some
distance
,
he
found
a
hound
lying
on
the
road
,
gasping
like
one
who
had
run
till
he
was
tired
.
"
What
are
you
gasping
for
,
you
big
fellow
?
"
asked
the
donkey
.
"
Ah
,
"
replied
the
hound
,
"
I
am
old
,
and
daily
grow
weaker
,
and
no
longer
can
hunt
,
my
master
wanted
to
banish
me
,
so
I
took
to
flight
;
but
now
how
am
I
to
earn
my
bread
?
"
"
I
tell
you
what
,
"
said
the
donkey
,
"
I
am
going
to
Bremen
,
and
shall
be
town-musician
there
;
go
with
me
and
engage
yourself
also
as
a
musician
.
I
will
play
the
lute
,
and
you
shall
beat
the
drum
.
"
The
hound
agreed
,
and
on
they
went
.
Before
long
they
came
to
a
cat
,
sitting
on
the
path
,
with
a
face
like
three
rainy
days
!
"
Now
then
,
old
shaver
,
what
has
gone
askew
with
you
?
"
asked
the
donkey
.
"
Who
can
be
merry
when
his
neck
is
in
danger
?
"
answered
the
cat
.
"
Because
I
am
now
getting
old
,
and
my
teeth
are
worn
to
stumps
,
and
I
prefer
to
sit
by
the
fire
and
spin
,
rather
than
hunt
about
after
mice
,
my
mistress
wanted
to
banish
me
,
so
I
ran
away
.
But
now
good
advice
is
scarce
.
Where
am
I
to
go
?
"
"
Go
with
us
to
Bremen
.
You
understand
night-music
,
you
can
be
a
town-musician
.
"
The
cat
thought
well
of
it
,
and
went
with
them
.
After
this
the
three
fugitives
came
to
a
farm-yard
,
where
the
rooster
was
sitting
upon
the
gate
,
crowing
with
all
his
might
.
"
Your
crow
goes
through
and
through
one
,
"
said
the
donkey
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
"
I
have
been
foretelling
fine
weather
,
because
it
is
the
day
on
which
Our
Lady
washes
the
Christ-child
's
little
shirts
,
and
wants
to
dry
them
,
"
said
the
Rooster
;
"
but
guests
are
coming
for
Sunday
,
so
the
housewife
has
no
pity
,
and
has
told
the
cook
that
she
intends
to
eat
me
in
the
soup
to-morrow
,
and
this
evening
I
am
to
be
prepared
.
Now
I
am
crowing
at
full
pitch
while
I
can
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
red-comb
,
"
said
the
donkey
,
"
you
had
better
come
away
with
us
.
We
are
going
to
Bremen
;
you
can
find
something
better
than
death
everywhere
:
you
have
a
good
voice
,
and
if
we
make
music
together
it
must
have
some
quality
!
"
