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The Three Sillies
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This amusing yarn has lots of tears in it, but all the same, it will make you laugh. It’s about a man who goes in search of three people even more silly than his fiance and her parents. And he soon finds them ! If you want to find out how to get a cow onto your roof to eat grass up there, or how an alternative way to get into your trousers in the morning, listen on !
Read By Natasha. English Traditional Story Collected by Joseph Jacobs. Proofread by Claire Deakin. Duration 11.08
Once upon a time there was a farmer and his wife who had one daughter, and she was courted by a gentleman. Every evening he used to come and see her, and stop for supper at the farmhouse, and the daughter used to be sent down into the cellar to fetch beer for the supper. One evening she had gone down to fetch the beer, and she happened to look up at the ceiling while she was fetching, and she saw an axe stuck in one of the beams. It must have been there a long, long time, but somehow or other she had never noticed it before, and she began a-thinking. She thought it was very dangerous to have that axe there, for she said to herself, “Suppose him and me was to be married, and we was to have a son, and he was to grow up to be a man, and come down into the cellar to fetch the beer, like I’m doing now, and the axe was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!” And she put down the candle and the jug, and sat herself down and began a-crying.
Well, they began to wonder upstairs how it was that she was so long fetching the beer, and her mother went down to see after her, and found her sitting on the settee crying, and the beer running over the floor. “Why, whatever is the matter?” Said her mother. “Oh, mother!” said she, “look at that horrid axe! Suppose we was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to the cellar to fetch the beer, and the axe was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!” “Dear, dear! What a dreadful thing it would be!” Said the mother, and she sat her down aside of the daughter and started a-crying too.
After a bit the father began to wonder that they didn’t come back, and he went down into the cellar to look after them himself, and there the two sat a-crying, and the beer running all over the floor. “Whatever is the matter?” Said he. “Why,” said the mother, “look at that horrid axe. Just suppose, if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to fetch the beer, and the axe was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!” “Dear, dear, dear! So it would!” Said the father, who sat himself down aside of the other two, and started a-crying.
Now the gentleman became tired of stopping up in the kitchen by himself, and at last he went down into the cellar too, to see what they were after; and there the three sat a-crying side by side, and the beer running all over the floor. He ran straight to and turned the tap. Then he said, “Whatever are you three doing, sitting there crying, and letting the beer run all over the floor?”
“Oh!” says the father, “look at that horrid axe! Suppose you and our daughter was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to fetch the beer, and the axe was to fall on his head and kill him!” Then they all started a-crying worse than before. But the gentleman burst out a-laughing, and reached up and pulled out the axe, and then he said, “I’ve travelled many miles, and I never met three such big sillies as you three before; and now I shall start out on my travels again, and when I can find three bigger sillies than you three, then I’ll come back and marry your daughter.” So he wished them goodbye, and started off on his travels, and left them all crying because the girl had lost her sweetheart.
Well, he set out, and he travelled a long way, until at last he came to a woman’s cottage that had some grass growing on the roof. The woman was trying to get her cow to go up a ladder to the grass, but the poor thing durst not go. So the gentleman asked the woman what she was doing. “Why, look-ye,” she said, “look at all that beautiful grass. I’m going to get the cow on to the roof to eat it. She’ll be quite safe, for I shall tie a string around her neck, and pass it down the chimney, and tie it to my wrist as I go about the house, so she can’t fall off without moving it.”
“Oh, you poor silly!” Said the gentleman, “You should cut the grass and throw it down to the cow!” The woman thought it was easier to get the cow up the ladder than to get the grass down, however, so she pushed her and coaxed her and got her up, and tied a string round her neck, and passed it down the chimney, and fastened it to her own wrist. The gentleman went on his way, but he hadn’t gone far when the cow tumbled off the roof, pulling the string behind her. The weight of the cow tied to her wrist pulled the woman up the chimney, and she stuck fast half way and was smothered in the soot.
Well, that was one big silly.
The gentleman went on and on, and he went to an inn to stop the night, and they were so full at the inn that they had to put him in a double-bedded room, and another traveller was to sleep in the other bed. The other man was a very pleasant fellow, and they got very friendly together; but in the morning, when they were both getting up, the gentleman was surprised to see the other hang his trousers between the two beds and run across the room and try to jump into them. He tried over and over again, and couldn’t manage it, so the gentleman wondered whatever he was doing it for. At last he stopped and wiped his face with his handkerchief. “Oh dear,” he said, “I do think trousers are the most awkward kind of clothes that ever were. I can’t think who could have invented such things. It takes me the best part of an hour to get into mine every morning, and I get so hot! How do you manage yours?” So the gentleman burst out a-laughing, and showed him how to put them on; and he was very much obliged to him, and said he never should have thought of doing it that way.
So that was another big silly.
Then the gentleman went on his travels again and he came to a village, and outside the village there was a pond. Around the pond was a crowd of people, and they had rakes, brooms, and pitchforks, reaching into the pond; and the gentleman asked what was the matter. “Why,” they say, “matter enough! Moon’s tumbled into the pond, and we can’t rake her out any which way!” So the gentleman burst out a-laughing, and told them to look up into the sky, and that it was only the reflection in the water. They wouldn’t listen to him, and abused him shamefully, so he went away as quick as he could.
So there was a whole lot of sillies bigger than them three sillies at home. The gentleman turned back home again and married the farmer’s daughter, and if they didn’t live happy forever after, that’s nothing to do with you or me.
And that was the story of the Three Sillies.