The Story of Little Muck
I n Nicea, my beloved home town, lived a man, who was called Little Muck. I give him to me - although I was very young at that time to think very well, especially because I was once beaten by my father because of him half dead. Little Muck was in fact already an old fellow, when I knew him, but he was only three to four feet high. He had a strange shape. For his body, so dainty and small he was, had to wear a head, much larger and thicker than the head of other people. He lived alone in a big house and even cooked itself would also be in town not known whether he lived or died was - because he only went out once every four weeks - if it had not risen at noon a powerful steam from the home. But he was seen often in the evening on his roof and walk in the street, it was believed, however, only his head alone run around on the roof. I and my comrades were bad boys who teased you and everyone laughed. Therefore, we were always a feast day when little went out of Muck. We gathered on the appointed day in front of his house and waited until he came out. Then, when the door opened, and peeping out of the first large head with a turban even greater if the rest of Körperlein succeeded, dressed in a shabby cloak, wide breeches and a wide belt on which hung a long dagger, so long that we did not know if Muck of the dagger or dagger to muck stuck - when he came out so, as the air resounded with our joy, we threw our caps in the height and danced madly around him.
D small Muck but he greeted us with a serious nod and walked with slow steps down the road. He shuffled his feet, for he had long, large slippers on, as I have never seen before. We boys ran after him and cried constantly, "Kleiner Muck, Muck small!"
A uch we had a funny little piece that we sang in his honor here and there, it was said: "K Leiner Muck, Muck small,
live in a large house, from
walking every four weeks,
You're a brave, dwarf,
Have a little head like a mountain.
show up again and look to catch, run and
us, little Muck! "
S o we had driven many times our amusement, and to my shame I have to admit it, I drove it at worst, as I pulled him often at the cloak, and once I kicked him from behind on the big slippers that he fell. This came beside me very ridiculous, but the laughter went by me when I saw the little Muck go to my father's house. He went right and stayed there for some time. I hid myself at the front door and saw the muck to come out again, accompanied by my father, who held him by the hand and respectfully at the door of many bows took leave of him. I did not feel at ease, so long as I remained in my hiding place. But at last I was driven by hunger, which I feared worse than blows out, and humbly and with bowed head, I went to my father. "You have, as I hear, the good Muck cursed?" He spoke in very serious tone. "I will tell you the story of this muck, and you will laugh at him not sure! Before and after but you get the ordinary." - The "ordinary" but were twenty-five lashes, which he used to enumerate all too true. So he took his long pipe stem, unscrewed the amber mouth tip and worked me worse than ever. When they were fully twenty-five, he told me to aufzumerken, and told me about the little Muck. D he father of the little Muck - whose real name is Mukrah - was a poor but respected man here in Nicea. He lived almost as reclusive as his son now. That he could not suffer well, because he was ashamed of its dwarf form, and therefore let him grow up in ignorance. Little Muck was in his sixteenth year, a funny kid, and the father, a serious man, always chided him that he should have long ago crushed the children's shoes is still so stupid and silly.
The old man did, but even a bad case on which he died and the poor and ignorant little muck left behind. The hard relative to which the deceased was more guilty than he paid could, chased the poor little ones out of the house and advised him to go out into the world and to seek his fortune. Little Muck answered that he was already ready, but asked only from the suit of his father, and that he was also granted. His father was a big strong man, so did not fit the clothes. Muck advice he knew but soon cut off, which was too long, and then put on the clothes. He seemed to have forgotten that he had cut in the length of it. Hence his odd lift, as it is visible even today. The large turban, wide belts, wide trousers, the blue cloak - all these are heirlooms of his father, which he has worn since then. The Damascus long dagger of his father but he stuck in his belt, picked up a stick and walked out of the gate.
F Röhlich he walked all day, for he was taken off to seek his fortune. If he saw a shard shine on the earth in the sunshine, he certainly put it to himself, believing that it would turn into the most beautiful diamonds. S he ah in the distance the dome of a mosque as fire radiation, he saw a lake like a mirror flash, he ran joyfully towards it, for he thought to have arrived in a magical land. But alas! Those illusions disappeared in the area, and all too soon reminded him of his fatigue and his stomach growling from hunger because he was still in the land of mortals are. He had traveled two days under hunger and grief and desperate to find his fortune. The fruits of the field were his only food, the hard earth his bed. On the morning of the third day he caught sight of a hill, a large city. Bright shone the crescent on its battlements, colorful flags on the roofs glistened and seemed to be the little Muck herzuwinken. Surprised, he stopped and looked at the city and surrounding areas. "Yes, there is small-Muck find happiness," he said to himself, despite his fatigue and made a leap into the air, "there or anywhere else!" He gathered all his forces and advanced towards the city. But though they seemed quite close, but he could only reach about noon, as his little limbs failed him almost entirely to the service, and he had often in the shade of a palm tree put to rest. At last he reached the gate of the city. He arranged his cloak, tied the turban around beautiful, the belt went even wider and stuck his long dagger slate. Then he wiped the dust from his shoes, grabbed his stick and went boldly through the gate.
E r had already walked through some streets, but never opened a door, never cried one as he had imagined: "Little Muck, come in and relax eat, drink, and let your little feet!"
E looked r straight again quite longingly up at a large, beautiful house, and opened a window, an old woman looked out and cried in a sing-song voice: " H the hut to arrive!
cooked the porridge,
the table I could cover
Drum will love it!!
bring your neighbors!
cooked the porridge. "
D he door of the house opened, and Muck could go in many dogs and cats. He stood a moment in doubt whether he should accept the invitation. But at last He summed up his courage and went into the house. Before him were a couple of young kittens, and he decided to follow them, because they may improve the kitchen as he knew. A ls Muck stairs had ascended, he met that old woman who had looked out the window. She looked at him sullenly and said he wanted. "You have invited everyone to thy porridge" replied the little Muck, "and because I'm so hungry at all, I am come!"
D old he laughed aloud and said. "How do you come from, strange society knows? The whole town that I cook for no one but love for my cats, and now and then I call them a company from the neighborhood, you see."
D he Little Muck told the old woman as it had happened to him after his father's death so hard, and begged her to let him dine today with their cats. The woman, who liked the true-hearted tale of the little ones probably allowed him to be her guest, and gave him plenty to eat and drink. When he was satisfied and strengthened, the woman looked at him long and then said: "Little Muck, stay with me in my service and you have little trouble shall be well!". Little Muck had, the taste of Katzenbrei consented, and was thus the servant of the woman Ahavzi. He had a slight but strange service. Ahavzi woman had two male and four cats. This had all the little Muck morning comb through the fur and rub with delicious creams. If the woman ran out, he had to the eight cats, if they were eating, he had to give them the food, and at night he had to put them on silk cushions and velvet with Cover wrap. Were also some small dogs in the house, he had to serve, but these were not made as much trouble with the cats, what woman Ahavzi as her own children did. By the way, led the little Muck such a lonely life in his father's house, except for the woman he saw all day dogs and cats. For a time it was the little Muck very well, he had to eat more and work a little and the old woman seemed quite happy to be with him. But gradually the cats were naughty. When the old woman had gone out, they jumped around like mad in the rooms, turned everything upside down and broke some nice dishes that stood in their way. If they but the coming up the stairs woman heard this, they crept on your side and wagged her with their tails, as if nothing had happened. The woman then Ahavzi became angry when she saw her room so devastated, and put everything on the Muck. He did protest his innocence, as he would, they believed their cats, which looked so innocent, more than their servant.
D small Muck he was very sad that he therefore had not found happiness again, and decided to leave the service of women Ahavzi. But as he had experienced on his first trip, how bad you live without money, so he decided to wage that he his mistress always promised but never given, had it on in some way. In the house of the woman Ahavzi was a room that was always locked and the interior of which he had never seen. But he had heard the woman often rumble in it, and he loves to know what they might have hidden there. When he thought now of his travel money, it occurred to him that the treasures of the woman could be hidden, but always had the door closed tightly, and he could therefore never get at the treasures.
E ines morning, a woman was plucked Ahavzi considered him one of the little dog that the woman always neglected was treated, whose favor he had acquired but by all kinds of charitable services to a large degree, to his wide trousers, and it behaved as if Muck to follow him. Muck, who liked playing with the dogs, followed him, and lo! The little dog led him into the bedroom of the woman Ahavzi before a small door, which he had never seen there before. The door was half open. The little dog went, and Muck followed him, and how happy he was surprised when he saw that he was in the room that was so long the object of his desires. He looked around everywhere if he could find no money, but found nothing. Only old clothes and odd shaped dishes were around. One of these special dishes drew his attention. It was were of crystal and beautiful figures cut on it. He picked it up and turned it on all sides. But, oh horror! He had not noticed that it had a lid, which had just sat down gently. The cover fell off and broke into pieces.
L in Little Muck was lifeless with terror. Now his fate was, now he had to flee, or beat him the old woman dead was immediately decided his journey, and only once did he look around, if he could do nothing of the belongings of the woman Ahavzi his march. Then he fell a pair of mighty big slippers in the eye. Although they were not beautiful, but he has no travel more could join. Also attracted him to those because of their size, as he had on his feet, had to then look at him hopefully all the people that he took the children's shoes! He moved so quickly from his Töffelein and drove into the big ones. A Spazierstöcklein with a beautifully carved lion's head seemed to him here too idle to stand in the corner. So he took it and ran out of the room. He quickly went to his room now, put on his cloak, sat on his father's turban, a dagger stuck in his belt and ran as fast as him his feet contributed out of the house and town. Outside the town he ran away for fear of the old woman on and on, until he almost could not with fatigue. As fast as he had not gone in his life, yes, it seemed to him that he could not stop even to run, because an invisible force seemed fortzureißen. Finally, he noted that it would have with the slippers one's own explanation, for they shot away again and led him away. He tried to stand still in every way, but it would not succeed. Then he cried in the greatest need, as one says to horses, to himself: "Oh - oh, wait, oh!" - There were the slippers, and flung herself exhausted on the muck soil down.
D slippers he enjoyed it immensely. He had as yet acquired its services something to him in the world could continue to be on his way to happiness. He slept in spite of his joy one from exhaustion, because the Körperlein of Little Muck, to wear the head had such a heavy, could not stand much. In his dream appeared the dog, which he had in the house of the woman Ahavzi helped to his slippers, and said to him. "Dear muck, you understand the use of slippers is not yet legally Know that if you do them three times on herumdrehst the paragraph, you can fly wherever you want to. And with the Stöcklein you can find treasures, for where gold is buried, as it is hit three times on the ground, in silver but twice "-.. So Little Muck dreamed But when he awoke, he thought about the wonderful dream of and decided, once a attempt to make. He put on his slippers raised his one foot and began to turn on his heel. If that is still trying ever, in a tremendously wide slipper this feat three times to make a row, will not be surprised if the Little Mook succeeded not equal, especially when you consider that it be severe head now to this, now to that page hinüberzog.
D he fell on hard times some poor child's nose, but he was undeterred, to repeat the attempt, and finally succeeded. Like a bike he rode around on his heel, wished to have in the nearest large town, and - the slippers were rowing up in the air, ran like the wind through the clouds, and before remember the little Muck could still, as it happened, was He is already a large market place where many stalls were opened and many people busily running back and forth. He went among the people back and forth, but soon found it more advisable, to go into a lonely road, because it came on the market soon because of the slippers, that he fell down almost as soon as he met with his dagger protruding far one or the other, that he escaped with difficulty shock.
D he Muck small thoughtful now seriously, what could he start well in order to earn some money. He had a Stäblein, which he indicated hidden treasures, but where was he to find a place where gold or silver would be buried? He also could have let themselves see the need for money, but for this he was too proud. At last he found the speed of his feet again, maybe, he thought, can grant me my slippers maintenance! And he decided to to work as a fast runner. Since he could but hope that the king will pay the city such services at the best, he inquired about the palace. Under the gate of the palace stood a guard, who asked him what he was doing here. In his answer he was looking for a service that showed he was the overseer of the slaves. This, he argued his case and asked him to get him a ministry among the royal messengers. The supervisor measured him with his eyes from head to toe and said, "What, with your little feet, which are almost as long as a margin, you want to be a royal high-speed lift you away I'm not there to disport with each fools? to drive! " Little Muck assured him, however, that he completely serious about his request and that he would take a chance with the fastest on a bet. The overseer was the thing not ridiculous. He ordered him to be ready until the evening to a race, led him into the kitchen and made sure that he was duly served food and drink. But he himself went to the king and told him of Little Mook and his offer. The king was a funny gentleman. Therefore it pleased him well, that the overseer of the slaves kept her little man wanted for a fun. He ordered him to take on a large meadow behind the castle institutions that saw the running race with ease by the whole court could be, and advised him again to have great care for the dwarf. The king told his princes and princesses, what they would have this evening for a play. They told it back to their servants, and as evening drew near, it was in anticipation, and all that had feet streamed out into the meadow, where scaffolding had been set up to see run the boastful dwarf.
A ls had the king and his sons and daughters on the scaffolding taken place, stepped out of the muck on the small lawn and he made the high and mighty a very graceful bow. A general shout of joy rang out as they caught sight of the little ones. One such figure had been seen there before! The Körperlein with the powerful head, the cloak and wide trousers, a long dagger in the wide belt, the small little feet in big slippers - no! It was very amusing as that one should not have to laugh out loud! Little Muck, however, did not led astray by the laughter. He stood proudly, leaning on his little cane down, and awaited his opponent. The overseer of the slaves had chosen to peep wish the best runner. This went out now, stood beside the boy, and both waited for the sign. Since the Princess waved Amarza as it had been agreed, with the veil, and like two arrows fired at the same target, the two runners were flying over the meadow there.
V on the beginning, Muck's opponents a significant edge. But this chase him on his slipper wagon overtook him, overtook him and had long been the goal, as those still gasping for air, so ran. Wonder and amazement long captivated the audience a few moments. But when the king first, clapped his hands as the crowd cheered, and all cried: "Long live the small Muck, the winner in the race"
M on, however, had brought forth the little Muck. He threw himself before the king and said: 'United's most powerful king, I have been here only a small sample of my art wool only allow that one give me a place among your runners! " But the king replied: "No. You can take my body and rotor to always be myself, my Muck, a year you shall receive a hundred pieces of gold as a reward, and on the board my first servants dine You shall see."
S o thought for Muck to have finally found the happiness he sought for so long and was happy and cheerful in his heart. He also enjoyed the special grace of the king, because this used him to his fastest and most secret messages that he bought it with the greatest accuracy and with incredible speed.
A over the other servants of the king were not fond of him because she does not like a dwarf, who knew nothing but to move quickly back in favor with their master saw. They held so many conspiracy against him to oust him, but all failed because of the great confidence which the king said to his chief runner - was because of this dignity he brought in such a short time - had.
Muck, these efforts do not escape the thought to him, not for revenge - to this he had a good heart - no, he pondered on means to make themselves at our enemies popular and necessary. Then he remembered his Stäblein that he had left in his happiness ignores one. If he could find treasures, he thought the men would be even more inclined to him. He had heard many times that his father had buried many of its treasures of the present King, when the enemy attacked his country. It also said that he had died of it without his son that he had to leave his secret. - From now on, took the little Muck always with his stick, in hoping to go over once in a place where the gold of the old king was buried. One evening it was sheer coincidence in a remote part of the palace garden, which he attended little, and suddenly he felt the stick in his hand twitch, and three times it struck the ground. Now he knew what that meant. So he pulled out his dagger, made signs in the surrounding trees, and crept back into the castle. There he procured a spade, and awaited the night from his company.
D as treasure trench itself was the way to create a small muck more than he had thought.
S an arms were very weak, his spade worked but big and heavy, and he had probably already two hours before he had dug a few fair to deep. At last he came upon something hard, it sounded like iron. He now busily digging, and soon he had promoted a large iron lid light. He got himself down into the pit to see what might well have covered the lid, and found true a large pot filled with gold pieces. But his weak forces were not sufficient to raise the pot. Therefore, he put into his pants and his belt as much as he could bear, and his cloak, he placed it, covered the rest of the back and laid it carefully on the back. But really! If he had not had the slippers on his feet, he had not come from the spot, then pulled him down the load of gold. But unnoticed, he came to his room and kept there, the gold under the cushions of his sofa.
A ls Little Muck found himself in possession of so much gold, he thought the tide would turn now, and he would earn under his enemies at the court of many patrons and supporters. But already it was appreciated that the good Muck had not received very good education, otherwise he would not be able to imagine, to win gold by true friends. Ah, but that he then smeared his slippers and fully with his cloak made of gold from the dust!
D as gold, which handed out the little Muck from now on with both hands, aroused the envy of other courtiers. The chef Ahuli said: "He is a forger." The slave overseer Achmed said: "He has abgeschwatzt the king." Archaz, the Treasurer, but his worst enemy, who might even now and then a handle to the king's office said to do, really, "He has stolen it." - In order to be certain of their cause, they arranged to meet, and the chief butler Korchuz stood one day very sad and depressed before the eyes of the king. He made his sad sign so striking that the King asked him what was wrong. "Oh," he replied, "I am sad that I have lost the grace of my Lord." - "What are you talking nonsense, Korchuz friend," replied the king. "Since when I had the sun does not shine my grace on thee?" The chief butler told him that he indeed the secret chief runner laden with gold, his poor, loyal servants, but give nothing.
D he was king was very surprised by this news, from the Geldausteilungen Muck of the small talk, and the conspirators brought him easily with the suspicion that Muck had been stolen in some way the money from the treasury. Very nice thing was this turn of the Treasurer, who took off anyway not like accounting. The king therefore gave orders to secretly all the steps of Little Mook be careful to get him to possibly catch in the act. And when the night which followed this fatal day, the little Muck, he looked exhausted by his generosity, his cash, took the spade and sneaked into the palace garden, in order to bring about his secret treasure new supply, followed him from afar the guards in front of the kitchen and master Ahuli Archaz, the Treasurer, cited. And in that moment he wanted to put the gold from the pot into his cloak, they fell upon him, bound him and took him immediately to the king. This, which had already made the interruption of his sleep grumpy, received his poor secret chief runner very ungracious and placed immediately in an interrogation with him. One had the pot completely dug out of the ground and fully with the spade and cloak set with the gold at the feet of the king. The treasurer testified that he had surprised his guards with the Muck, as he had just dug this pot of gold in the ground.
D he king then asked the defendant whether it was true, and where he got the gold that he buried.
D he Muck small, conscious of his innocence, testified that he had found this pot in the garden that he had not once, but want to dig.
A ll present laughed aloud at this excuse, but the king, to the highest angered by the apparent audacity of the little ones, exclaimed: "What, wretch you want to lie to your king so stupid and shameful after you have stolen from him? Treasurer Archaz, I urge you to say if you this amount of gold recognize as the same thing that is missing in my treasure! "
D he said treasurer, he had his case certainly, as much and even more lacking for some time in the royal treasure and he could take an oath that this was the theft.
D a ordered the king to put the little Muck in chains and lead into the tower. The Treasurer, however, he handed the gold to bring it back to take in the treasure. pleased with the happy outcome of the case, moved from this home and was one of the flashing gold. But that has This poor man never indicated that the bottom of the pot a piece of paper was that said. "The enemy has overrun my land, so I'm hiding here some of my treasures who may also find it, let him undergo the curse of the king, if he did not immediately extradite my son -. Sadi King. "
D he made little Muck in his prison of sad reflections. He knew that was on theft of royal property, death, and yet he liked the mystery of the stick the king does not betray, because he was afraid of right to be deprived of this and his slippers. His slippers were able to bring him unfortunately no help, because because he was locked in tight chains on the wall, he could, so he tortured himself, does not turn on his heel. When he was announced the next day but his death because he did think it was better to live without the magic stick, than to die with him, let the king ask for secret hearing and found him the secret. The king initially measured the confession did not believe in, but the little Muck promised a sample when he promised the king that he should not be killed. The king gave his word on it and let, unseen by Muck, dig some gold in the ground and ordered to look for this, with his chopsticks. In a few moments he had found it, because the stick struck three times to clear the ground. Then the King knew that he had betrayed his treasurer, and sent him, as is common in the East, a silken cord, that he hanged himself. For small Muck however, he said. "Although I have promised you your life, but it seems as if you are not alone possess the secret of the rods is why you remain in perpetual imprisonment, if you do not confess, what an explanation it Fast walking with your hat! " Little Muck, who had taken the only night in the tower all desire to prolonged captivity known, that his whole art lay in the slippers, but he was not taught the king the mystery of three-time turns on the heel. The king himself slipped into the slippers to make the test, and drove around like a madman in the garden. Often he would stop, but he did not know how to put the slippers to a halt, and Little Muck, who could not refuse this little revenge, let him run until he fell unconscious.
A hen the king had come back to his senses, he was upset about the horrible little Muck, who had so completely out of breath running. "I have given my word to you the gift of freedom and life. But within twelve hours you must have left my country, otherwise leave I hang up! "The slippers, however, and the stick he put in his treasury.
S o poor as ever walked the little Muck to the countryside, his folly was cursing the plays for him that he could one important role to play at court. The country from which he was chased, was fortunately not large. So he was already after eight hours at the border, although he going because he was accustomed to his dear slippers, very sour arrived.
A he ls over the border, he left the usual road to visit the most dense wilderness of forests and to live only for himself, for he was all people gram. In a dense forest he came upon a place that is him to the conclusion that he had taken seemed to quite fit. A clear stream of large, shady fig trees surrounded a soft turf invited him. Here he threw himself down with the decision to take no food, more to himself, but to await death. sad reflections on death, he fell asleep. But when he awoke and began to torment him, the hunger, thoughtful but he that starvation is a dangerous thing, and looked around to see if he could never get anything to eat.
K eastern mature Figs hanging on the tree under which he had slept. He climbed up, in order to pick some, it did taste wonderfully well and then went down to the brook to quench his thirst. But how great was his horror when he decorated the water his head with two huge ears and a thick, long nose was! Distraught, he attacked with his hands to his ears, and really, they were for more than half a yard.
"I deserve ch donkey ears!" he exclaimed, "for I have entered my luck like an ass with legs." - He wandered among the trees, and when he felt hungry again, had to He once again to take the coward's refuge, for otherwise he found nothing edible on the trees. When he could think of figs on the second portion, if not well his ears under his turban had great place for it but do not look too ridiculous, he felt that his ears were gone. He went right back to the brook to be convinced of this, and really, it was so! His ears had their previous form, his long, misshapen nose was no longer there. But now he realized how this had come. From the first fig tree, he got the long nose and ears, the second had healed him. Joyfully he realized that his good fortune to him again the means into the hands of grant to be happy. He therefore picked from each tree, as far as he could carry and went back to the land he had recently left. There, he became the first in town with other clothes would have known her and then went to the city, that the king lived, and soon came there. It was just a season when ripe fruits were still fairly rare. Little Muck sat down there at the gate of the palace, for he was of an earlier time well known that such a rarity here were purchased by the chef for the royal table. Muck had been sitting still long, as he walk over to the chefs on the yard saw. He inspected the goods, the seller, who had gathered at the gate of the palace. At last his eye fell on baskets peep. "Ah, a rare treat", he said, "the Queen's certainly going to fancy, what do you want for the whole basket?" Little Muck certain a moderate price, and they were soon on a deal. D chef he handed the basket to a slave and went on. Little Muck, however, made in the meantime, the dust, because he feared that if the disaster show at the heads of the court, one would see him as the seller and punish.
D he was king at Table voted very happy and told his cook once over the other praises for its excellent cuisine and the care with which he chooses always the most rare for him. The chef, however, who probably knew what goodies he had in the background grinning, even friendly, leaving only single words fall like, "It is not over till the evening", or "well that ends well" so that the princesses were very curious about what he would probably bring even more. But when he did apply the beautiful, welcoming figs, there was a general Ah of those present. "As ready as appetizing! cried the king. "Chef, you're a real man and earn our very special grace "So saying, said the king, who used to be very careful with such delicacy, with his own hand the figs on its panel. Each prince and every princess had two, the ladies and the viziers and Agas one the rest he put to himself, and began with gusto, to devour them.
"A over, dear God, how do you look so strange, father," said the princess at once Amarza. All looked the king surprised, it's huge ears hung from his head, a long nose, ran down his chin. Also, they considered themselves to each other with amazement and horror, were all more or less with the strange head-dress decorated.
M to imagine the horror of the court! We immediately sent to all doctors in the city, they came in heaps, prescribed pills and potions, but the ears and noses were! It operated one of the prince, but his ears grew back.
M piece had heard the whole story in his hideout, where he had retired, and realized that it was time to act. He had already been redeemed from the figs from the money gives a suit that made him recognizable as scholars. A long beard of goat's hair completed the deception., with a bag full of figs, he emigrated to the palace of the king and offered his help as a foreign doctor. It was initially very incredulous, but when the little Muck one of the prince gave a fig to eat and brought back his ears and nose because in the old state, because everything would be cured of the resident physician. But the king took him quietly by the hand and led him to his room. There he completed a door that led into the treasury, and waved to Muck to follow him. "Here are my treasures," said the king, "you choose what it be, it should be granted to you if you free me from this shameful evil!" - That was sweet Music in the small peep ears. He had seen immediately on entering his slippers on the floor, next to it was also his chopsticks. He walked around in the hall, as if he wanted to admire the treasures of the king. As soon as he was come to his slippers, he slipped into it hastily, seized his stick, his false beard was ripped down and the astonished king, the familiar face of his outcast Muck. "Traitor king," he said, "the faithful service you pay / ingratitude, take a well deserved punishment, the monstrosity that you wear! The ears I leave you, so they remember you daily in the small Muck!" When he had thus spoken, he turned quickly on his heel, wanted far away, and before the king could call for help Little Muck had fled.
S eitdem lives here Small in greater prosperity, but lonely, because he despises the man. He has grown through experience, a wise man who - although his appearance may have something peculiar - deserves your admiration more than your scorn.
