Grimm's Fairy Tales | The Queen Bee | The Wolf & Seven Kids

Hello there,

Thank you so much for joining me for this reading of another couple of the Grimm's Fairy Tales.

This will be The Queen Bee and The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids.

As you likely know,

The Grimm's Fairy Tales were originally a collection of more than 200 different folk tales collected up by the brothers Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm back in Germany and published in the early 1800s,

So more than 200 years ago now.

And indeed,

By our modern standards,

A lot of the stories do come across as quite grim.

However,

There's also so much in these stories that feels familiar and relatable even more than 200 years later,

And I hope that you enjoy these readings.

So for now,

Before we get into the stories,

Let's just take a moment here to have a nice deep exhale,

Letting go of the day,

Letting go of whichever baggage we might be bringing along with us into this moment.

For right now,

There's nowhere else we have to go,

Nothing else we have to be doing,

So we can just relax,

Get ourselves comfortable,

And enjoy another couple of the fascinating old Grimm's Fairy Tales.

The Queen Bee.

Two king's sons,

Once upon a time,

Went into the world to seek their fortunes,

But they soon fell into a wasteful,

Foolish way of living,

So that they could not return home again.

Then,

Their brother,

Who was a little insignificant dwarf,

Went out to seek for his brothers,

But when he had found them,

They only laughed at him,

To think that he,

Who was so young and simple,

Should try to travel through the world,

When they,

Who were so much wiser,

Had been unable to get on.

However,

They all set out on their journey together,

And came,

At last,

To an ant hill.

The two elder brothers would have pulled it down,

In order to see how the poor ants,

In their fright,

Would run about and carry off their eggs,

But the little dwarf said,

Let the poor things enjoy themselves,

I will not suffer you to trouble them.

So,

On they went,

And came to a lake,

Where many,

Many ducks were swimming about.

The two brothers wanted to catch two,

And roast them,

But the dwarf said,

Let the poor things enjoy themselves,

You shall not kill them.

Next,

They came to a bee's nest,

In a hollow tree,

And there was so much honey,

That it ran down the trunk,

And the two brothers wanted to light a fire under the tree,

And kill the bees,

So as to get their honey,

But the dwarf held them back,

And said,

Let the pretty insects enjoy themselves,

I cannot let you burn them.

At length,

The three brothers came to a castle,

And as they passed by the stables,

They saw fine horses standing there,

But all were of marble,

And no man was to be seen.

Then,

They went through all the rooms,

Till they came to a door,

On which were three locks,

But in the middle of the door was a wicket,

So that they could look into the next room,

There they saw a little grey old man,

Sitting at a table,

And they called to him,

Once or twice,

But he did not hear,

However,

They called a third time,

And then he rose,

And came out to them,

He said nothing,

But took hold of them,

And led them to a beautiful table,

Covered with all sorts of good things,

And when they had eaten and drunk,

He showed each of them to a bedchamber.

The next morning,

He came to the eldest,

And took him to a marble table,

Where there were three tablets,

Containing an account of the means by which the castle might be disenchanted.

The first tablet said,

In the wood,

Under the moss,

Lie the thousand pearls,

Belonging to the king's daughter,

They must all be found,

And if one be missing,

By set of sun,

He who seeks them,

Will be turned into marble.

The eldest brother set out,

And sought for the pearls the whole day,

But the evening came,

And he had not found the first hundred,

So he was turned into stone,

As the tablet had foretold.

The next day,

The second brother undertook the task,

But he succeeded no better than the first,

For he could only find the second hundred of the pearls,

And therefore,

He too,

Was turned into stone.

At last,

Came the little dwarf's turn,

And he looked in the moss,

But it was so hard to find the pearls,

And the job was so tiresome,

So he sat down upon a stone,

And cried,

And as he sat there,

The king of the ants,

Whose life he had saved,

Came to help him,

With five thousand ants,

And it was not long,

Before they had found all the pearls,

And laid them in a heap.

The second tablet said,

The key of the princess's bedchamber,

Must be fished up out of the lake,

And as the dwarf came to the brink of it,

He saw the two ducks,

Whose lives he had saved,

Swimming about,

And they dived down,

And soon brought in the key from the bottom.

The third task was the hardest.

It was to choose out the youngest and the best of the king's three daughters.

Now,

They were all beautiful,

And all exactly alike,

But he was told that the eldest had eaten a piece of sugar,

The next some sweet syrup,

And the youngest a spoonful of honey,

So he was to guess which it was that had eaten the honey.

Then came the queen of the bees,

Who had been saved by the little dwarf from the fire,

And she tried the lips of all three,

But at last she sat upon the lips of the one that had eaten the honey,

And so the dwarf knew which was the youngest.

Thus,

The spell was broken,

And all who had been turned into stones awoke and took their proper forms,

And the dwarf married the youngest and the best of the princesses,

And was king after her father's death,

But his two brothers married the other two sisters.

The wolf and the seven little kids.

There was,

Once upon a time,

An old goat who had seven little kids,

And loved them with all the love of a mother for her children.

One day,

She wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food,

So she called all seven to her and said,

Dear children,

I have to go into the forest.

Be on your guard against the wolf.

If he comes in,

He will devour you all,

Skin,

Hair,

And everything.

The wretch often disguises himself,

But you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet.

The kids said,

Dear mother,

We will take good care of ourselves.

You may go away without any anxiety.

Then the old one pleaded and went on her way with an easy mind.

It was not long before someone knocked at the house door and called,

Open the door,

Dear children.

Your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you.

But the little kids knew that it was the wolf by the rough voice.

We will not open the door,

Cried they.

You are not our mother.

She has a soft,

Pleasant voice,

But your voice is rough.

You are the wolf.

Then the wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk,

Ate this and made his voice soft with it.

Then he came back,

Knocked at the door of the house and called,

Open the door,

Dear children.

Your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you.

But the wolf laid his black paws against the window and the children saw them and cried,

We will not open the door.

Our mother has not black feet like you.

You are the wolf.

Then the wolf ran to a baker and said,

I have hurt my feet.

Rub some dough over them for me.

And when the baker had rubbed his feet over,

He ran to the and said,

Strew some white meal over my feet for me.

The miller thought to himself,

The wolf wants to deceive someone and refused.

But the wolf said,

If you will not do it,

I will devour you.

Then the miller was afraid and made his paws white for him.

Truly,

This is the way of mankind.

So now the wretch went for the third time to the house door,

Knocked at it and said,

Open the door for me,

Children.

Your dear little mother has come home and has brought every one of you something back from the forest with her.

The little kids cried,

First show us your paws that we may know if you are our dear little mother.

Then he put his paws in through the window.

And when the kids saw that they were white,

They believed that all he said was true and opened the door.

But who should come in?

But the wolf.

They were terrified and wanted to hide themselves.

One sprang under the table,

The second into the bed,

The third into the stove,

The fourth into the kitchen,

The fifth into the cupboard,

The sixth under the washing bowl and the seventh into the clock case.

But the wolf found them all and used no great ceremony.

One after the other,

He swallowed them down his throat.

The youngest who was in the clock case was the only one he did not find.

When the wolf had satisfied his appetite,

He took himself off,

Laid himself down under a tree in the green meadow outside and began to sleep.

Soon afterwards,

The old goat came home again from the forest.

Ah,

What a sight she saw there.

The house door stood wide open.

The table,

Chairs and benches were thrown down.

The washing bowl lay broken to pieces and the quilts and pillows were pulled off the bed.

She sought her children,

But they were nowhere to be found.

She called them one after another by name,

But no one answered.

At last,

When she came to the youngest,

A soft voice cried,

Dear mother,

I am in the clock case.

She took the kid out and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others.

Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.

At length,

In her grief,

She went out and the youngest kid ran with her.

When they came to the meadow,

There lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook.

She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged belly.

Heavens,

She said,

Is it possible that my poor children,

Whom he has swallowed down for his supper,

Can be still alive?

Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors and a needle and thread and the goat cut open the monster's stomach.

And hardly had she made one cut than one little kid thrust its head out and when she had cut farther,

All six sprang out one after another and were all still alive and had suffered no injury whatever.

For in his greediness,

The monster had swallowed them down whole.

What rejoicing there was.

They embraced their dear mother and jumped like a tailor at his wedding.

The mother,

However,

Said,

Now go and look for some big stones and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach with them while he is still asleep.

Then the seven kids dragged the stones thither with all speed and put as many of them into this stomach as they could get in and the mother sewed him up again in the greatest haste so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred.

When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep,

He got on his legs and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty,

He wanted to go to a well to drink.

But when he began to walk and to move about,

The stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled.

Then cried he,

What rumbles and tumbles against my poor bones.

I thought was six kids but it feels like big stones.

And when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink,

The heavy stones made him fall in and he drowned miserably.

When the seven kids saw that,

They came running to the spot and cried aloud,

The wolf is dead,

The wolf is dead and danced for joy round about the well with their mother.