"The sausage stayed by the pot, saw that the food was cooking well, and, when it was nearly time for dinner, it rolled itself once or twice through the broth or vegetables and then they were buttered, salted, and ready."
- from "The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage" by the Brothers Grimm.
Last night was a fun night at the St. John's Storytelling Circle, with stories by yours truly, Crystal Martin, Chris Brookes, Sharon King-Campbell and Stella Mair Evans.
Stella told a Chinese-Tibetan story where a household of strange items, including a mud pie, an earthenware jar, a sewing needing, a grain of wheat, a fly and a turnip divide the house's chores between them, with disastrous results. It reminded me immediately of the Brothers Grimm tale The Mouse, The Bird and The Sausage. A somewhat obscure story, and one that is rarely told anymore, this was the second time in the past month that the story had reared its little head. When things make themselves known, they must be doing so for a reason. And so, here is that story, from the Brothers Grimm, translated by Margaret Taylor in 1884.
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