<h3><SPAN name="chap18"></SPAN>18 The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean</h3>
<p>In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans
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 a straw, and soon afterwards a burning coal from the fire leapt
down to 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 burnt 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 made 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.”</p>
<p>“But what are we to do now?” said the coal.</p>
<p>“I think,” answered the bean, “that as we have so fortunately
escaped death, we should keep together like good companions, and lest a new
mischance should overtake us here, we should go away together, and repair to a
foreign country.”</p>
<p>The proposition pleased the two 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 they were 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 on me as on a bridge.” The straw therefore stretched itself
from one bank to the other, and the coal, who was of an impetuous disposition,
tripped quite boldly on to the newly-built bridge. But when she had reached the
middle, and heard the water rushing beneath her, she was, after all, afraid,
and stood still, and ventured no farther. 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 but laugh at the event, was
unable to stop, and laughed so heartily that she burst. It would have been all
over with her, likewise, if, by good fortune, a tailor who was traveling in
search of work, had not sat down to rest by the brook. As he had a
compassionate heart he pulled out his needle and thread, and sewed her
together. The bean thanked him most prettily, but as the tailor used black
thread, all beans since then have a black seam.</p>
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