A widow had two daughters, one who was beautiful and
diligent, the other, ugly and lazy. But she was fonder of the ugly and lazy
one, and the other had to do all the work and was just like the Cinderella in
the house.
Now, one day the beautiful maiden went out to fetch water,
and as she bent over to pull the bucket from the well, she leaned over too much
and fell into the water. And when she awoke and came to her senses, she was
lying on the ground in a beautiful meadow, where the sun was shining and
thousands of flowers were growing. She left the meadow, and soon she came to a
baker's oven full of bread, but
the bread was yelling, "Oh, take me out! Take me out, or else I'll burn, I've already been baked long enough!"
the bread was yelling, "Oh, take me out! Take me out, or else I'll burn, I've already been baked long enough!"
So she went to the oven and diligently took out everything.
After that she moved on and came to a tree full of apples.
"Oh, shake me! Shake me!" the tree exclaimed.
"My apples are all ripe."
So she shook the tree until the apples fell like raindrops,
and she kept shaking until they had all fallen to the ground. After that she
moved on. At last she came to a small cottage where an old woman was looking
out of a window. She had such big teeth that the maiden was scared and wanted
to run away. But the old woman cried after her, "Don't be afraid, my dear
child! Stay with me, and if you do all the housework properly, everything will turn out well for you. You must only make my bed nicely and
give it a good shaking so the feathers fly. Then it will snow on earth, for I
am Mother Holle."1
Since the old woman had spoken so kindly to her, the maiden
agreed to enter her service. She took care of everything to the old woman's
satisfaction and always shook the bed so hard that the feathers flew about like
snowflakes. In return, the woman treated her well: she never said an unkind
word to the maiden, and she gave her roasted or boiled meat every day. After
the maiden had spent a long time with Mother Holle, her heart saddened. Even
though everything was a thousand times better there than at home, she still had
a yearning to return. At last she said to Mother Holle, "I've got a
tremendous longing to return home, and even though everything is wonderful
here, I can't stay any longer."
"You're right," Mother Holle responded, "and
since you've served me so faithfully, I myself shall bring you up there
again."
She took the maiden by the hand and led her to a large
gate. When it was opened and the maiden was standing beneath the gateway, an
enormous shower of gold came pouring down, and all the gold stuck to her so
that she became completely covered with it.
"I want you to have this because you've been so
diligent," said Mother Holle. Thereupon, the gate closed, and the maiden
found herself up on earth. Then she went to her mother, and since she was
covered with so much gold, her mother gave her a warm welcome. Then, when her
mother heard how she had obtained so much wealth, she wanted her other, ugly
and lazy daughter to have the same good fortune. Therefore, this daughter also
had to jump down the well. Like her sister, she awoke in the beautiful meadow
and walked along the same path. When she came to the oven, the bread cried out
again, "Oh, take me out! Take me out, or else I'll burn! I've already been
baked long enough!"
But the lazy maiden answered, "Do
you think I want to get myself dirty?"
She moved on, and soon she came to the apple tree that
cried out, "Oh, shake me! Shake me! My apples are all ripe."
However, the lazy maiden replied, "Are you serious?
One of the apples could fall and hit me on my head."
When she came to Mother Holle's cottage, she wasn't afraid
because she had already heard about the old woman's big teeth, and she hired
herself out to her right away. On the first day she made an effort to work hard
and obey Mother Holle when the old woman told her what to do, for the thought
of gold was on her mind. On the second day she started loafing, and on the
third day she loafed even more. Indeed, she didn't want to get out of bed in
the morning, and she did a poor job of making Frau Holle's bed. She certainly
didn't shake it hard enough to make the feathers fly. Soon Mother Holle became
tired of this and discharged the maiden from her service. The lazy maiden was
quite happy to go and now expected the shower of gold. Mother Holle led her to
the gate, but as the maiden was standing beneath the gateway, a big kettle of
pitch came pouring down over her instead of gold.
"That's a reward for your services," Mother Holle
said and closed the gate. The lazy maiden went home covered with pitch, and it
stuck to her for as long as she lived.
1 Whenever it snowed in olden days,
people in Hessia used to say Mother Holle is making her bed.
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