A louse and a flea kept house together and were brewing beer
in an egg-shell. Then the little louse fell in and burnt herself. On this the
little flea began to scream loudly. Then said the little room-door:
"Little flea, why art thou screaming?" – "Because the louse has
burnt herself."
Then the little door began to creak. On this a little broom in the corner said:
"Why art thou creaking, little door?" – "Have I not reason to
creak?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping."
So the little broom began to sweep frantically. Then a little cart passed by
and said: "Why art thou sweeping, little broom?" – "Have I not
reason to sweep?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping,
The little door is creaking."
So the little cart said: "Then I will run," and began to run wildly.
Then said the ash-heap by which it ran: "Why art thou running so, little
cart?" – "Have I not reason to run?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping,
The little door is creaking,
The little broom is sweeping."
The ash-heap said: "Then I will burn furiously," and began to burn in
clear flames. A little tree stood near the ash-heap and said: "Ash-heap,
why art thou burning?" – "Have I not reason to burn?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping,
The little door is creaking,
The little broom is sweeping,
The little cart is running."
The little tree said: "Then I will shake myself," and began to shake
herself so that all her leaves fell off; a girl who came up with her
water-pitcher saw that, and said: "Little tree, why art thou shaking
thyself?" – "Have I not reason to shake myself?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping,
The little door is creaking,
The little broom is sweeping,
The little cart is running,
The little ash-heap is burning."
On this the girl said: "Then I will break my little water-pitcher,"
and she broke her little water-pitcher. Then said the little spring from which
ran the water: "Girl, why art thou breaking thy water-jug?" –
"Have I not reason to break my water-jug?
The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping,
The little door is creaking,
The little broom is sweeping,
The little cart is running,
The little ash-heap is burning,
The little tree is shaking itself."
"Oh, ho," said the spring, "then I will begin to flow," and
began to flow violently. And in the water everything was drowned, the girl, the
little tree, the little ash-heap, the little cart, the broom, the little door,
the little flea, the little louse, all together.
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