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A Little Man Who Wears Many Different Hats, Part Two

Once upon a time, there was a young man who had been tricked by a little man in a sailor’s cap into grabbing a goose made entirely out of syrup, and as a result had his food stolen away from him.

Now, Less,(short for “Less Attractive than his older brothers” ,Fair and Handsome) was feeling quite down about himself, because of the goose situation, and tired, when he arrived home with his hands stuck to this goose and with his two brothers dragging beside him. He was certain his mother would want to have words with him, and that most of them wouldn’t be nice.

So he was surprised at least to find his mother considering a poster at the dining room table, and even surprised that her face broke into a rather disturbing smile when she turned around and looked at him.

“There’s  a grand prize,” she explained. “The king needs someone to make his daughter laugh. Three grown men stuck to a goose made out of syrup should do it!”

“What’s the prize?” Less asked. He imagined himself, briefly, marrying the princess and spending the rest of his life jet skiing across grassy plains and relaxing under an oversized umbrella as a storm raged around him.

“25 whole dollars!” she said, instead. “Can’t beat that!”

And so, even though he thought the whole thing was a little absurd, Less dragged the goose and his brothers to the castle, where the king sat in his throne, presiding over a long line of clowns and jugglers and stand up comedians. A young lady, presumably his daughter, sat next to him and yawned occasionally.

By the time Less got to the front of the room, he was so tired of waiting on line and so annoyed with his brothers, who kept waking up and demanding waffles, that he said the first thing that came out of his mouth, which, unfortunately, was,

“Don’t you have better things to do all day than parade people in front of your daughter?”

Luckily for him, the princess did in fact laugh, so hard she fell out of her throne. If that hadn’t happened, the king might very well have executed our poor hero right there.

But laugh she did, and the king had no choice but to hand over $25.

He took the money home, and put it aside. He and his mother worked at getting the goose, and his brothers, unattached to Less.

But soon, another flyer circulated, this one promising $50 dollars for anyone who could finish a gigantic loaf of bread.

At first, Less felt very put upon by his mother’s request for him to enter the contest again. But then, he had an idea.

On the day the contest was to begin, he wandered into the forest, until he spotted a little man wearing a hat made out of fruit. Once he knew for certain he had the little man’s attention, he began to sing a song about a gigantic loaf of bread, and how happy he would be to eat it all.

Just as he had planned, the little man followed him all the way to the castle, and then proceeded to trip him and beat him to the bread, which he ate without stopping to breathe, or even swallow, it seemed. When he had finished, the king awarded a $50 bill…to the little man, who promptly ate it.

Somehow, Less had not foreseen this turn of events, so he went home rather frustrated. And the next week, when his mother showed him a flier announcing a contest to see who could drink a basement full of fizzy blue soda, he outright refused.

Here’s what he did instead: he took the $25 dollars, bought a ring, and asked the princess to marry him. She said no, but he felt he had accomplished something in the asking, anyway.

The End.

Source: The Golden Goose

A Little Man Who Wears Many Different Hats

Once upon a time there were three brothers, called Handsome, Fair, and Less Attractive Then His Two Older Brothers (let’s call him Less for short). Now, usually all three brothers spent their days in leisure, playing games and reading and eating and fighting with each other. Their parents did most of the work.

But one day, their father was accosted by an angry moose, and while he was on bedrest, their mother realized she was going to have to give her sons work to do.

The first task she set them was to collect wood. Their stockpile was quickly running out, and she didn’t like when the cat’s paws got too cold. So, she packed up a nice meal for Handsome, and told him to collect as much wood as he could manage. However, not long into his trip, he was stopped by a little man with a jester’s hat on.

“Excuse me sir,” he said. “I’m so very hungry. May I have some of your food?”

Handsome considered. “No can do, little man,” he said. “For if I give my food to you, what will I eat? No can do.”

He went off on his way, but the little man with the jester’s hat on sneaked up behind him and hit the back of his leg very hard with an ax. While Handsome was down, the little man stole his food and ran off.

Later that night, when their mother realized that the cat’s paws were cold, and therefore that Handsome had never come home, she sent Fair out to find him, packing him a nice snack should he get hungry during his search.

He set out, but soon into his journey he was stopped by the same little man, only this time he was wearing a cowboy hat.

“Please, good man, I’m so hungry,” he said. “Might I have some of your food?”

But Fair just walked on, as though he didn’t hear the little man at all.

And so, just as he thought he had spotted his brother, the little man in the cowboy hat hit him over the head with a large novelty hammer he happened to have on his person. He stole the food and ran off.

The next day, upon realizing that neither Handsome nor Fair had returned, their mother sent Less in search of both or either of them, packing him a lunch made of leftovers.

Soon after he set off, however, he was stopped by the same little man, this time wearing a sailor’s cap.

“Please, sir, I’m so hungry,” he said. “Might I have some of your food?”

Less considered his request. “I guess,” he said. “Let’s sit down and share it.”

The little man seemed taken aback, but he exclaimed, “How kind of you, sir! For your generosity, I will share a secret with you. If you cut down this tree, you will find something wonderful inside.”

So Less cut down the tree, and found inside a goose made entirely of syrup. But when he tried to pick it up and put it in his pack, he found his hand stuck fast to the goose.

While he was stuck, the little man stole his food and ran off.

At this point, Less figured he might as well just go on with his search, and when he found his brothers he stuck their hands to the goose as well and slowly dragged them back home.

The End. For now…

Source: The Golden Goose

Little Someone-Or-Other In The Pinstriped Fedora

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was affectionately called Little Someone Or Other. She didn’t much like the nickname, but it was a vast improvement on Little Red Riding Hood, the name she’d gotten for one time wearing a red cape she’d certainly never go riding in. Since then, she’d worn a different hat every day, and her family and neighbors and adjusted their affectionate name-calling accordingly.

Now one day, she donned her hat (that day, a black pinstriped fedora) and matching blazer, all prepared to visit her grandmother. She carried with her a basket full of things her grandmother had specifically requested.

It was a nice day, even in the dark and scary woods, and she stopped more than once to look for interesting coins and things that people had dropped on the ground. Her grandmother always liked to see her collections. The second time, she was interrupted by a wolf, who had strolled right up to her and asked how she was enjoying the beautiful day. As if she wouldn’t realize that a talking wolf, walking on two legs and wearing a top hat,  was not a normal thing at all! But she was polite, so she upheld her end of the conversation, and agreed to show the wolf the things she was bringing along.

“No food! But whatever will your poor grandmother eat?” He exclaimed, upon hearing her inventory. “You know, I myself am a fantastic cook. Everyone in the forest thinks my chicken cacciatore is to die for! Why don’t I come along with you?” Little Someone Or Other pretended to think on it, but she knew that that would never do. Everyone knew wolves where only after one thing, and that was grandmothers to eat.

“Perhaps,” she said, still pretending to consider it. “Only I should look again. Maybe I did bring some food after all. Can you take this?” So she handed him one of the items– a glossy gossip magazine. As soon as she was sure he was completely engrossed in Brad and Angelina’s new baby plans, she hurried away.

Only a few moments later, however, the wolf caught up to her. “I didn’t see you go!” he said, handing her back the magazine. “Now, about that meal…”

“Only you’ll need supplies!” she replied, thinking quickly. She pulled out her collection of interesting coins and things from her basket, and handed them to the wolf. “Here, take this and buy some groceries. I’ll meet you right here.”

Once she could no longer see the wolf, she hurried away again. This time, she was nearly all the way to her grandmother’s house before she realized…the grocery store was on the way there! Indeed, the wolf was walking out, arms full of vegetables and spices and raw chicken cutlets, as she passed by.

“Lucky we met here!” The wolf cried when he saw her. “I may need to put some of this in your basket after all.” She allowed him to put away some of the spices and the smaller vegetables while she thought about what to do next.

“Oh!” she finally cried. “I have forgotten, I was meant to bring milk!”

“Milk?”

“Milk. Only, I do not want my grandmother to worry. Why don’t you go ahead to tell her I am coming, and I will meet you there.”

“Of course!” the wolf replied. “I will have the meal ready once you get there.”

I bet you will, the girl thought, and she wrote down a made up address on her last item, a yellow legal pad her grandmother had wanted for making lists.

Once the wolf was on his way, the girl hurried off for the last time. Even though she’d sent him in the wrong direction, she didn’t want him finding her grandmother by accident. She ran all the way, carrying the heavy basket, and so was quite out of breath when she finally arrived at her grandmother’s door.

“Oh, Little Someone Or Other!” her grandmother cried. She was sitting at the table, eating out of a tupperware container. “You must run up the hill to Ms. Whatsit’s home. There is a handsome wolf there making chicken cacciatore for her, and she’s sharing! Hurry and get some–it’s to die for!”

The End.

Source: Little Red Riding Hood, The Brothers Grimm