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What’s with this “Wren” thing?
   The oldest extant version of the fable we are presenting here appeared in 1913 in the first volume of a two-volume anthology of Low Saxon folktales (Plattdeutsche Volksmärchen “Low German Folktales”) collected by Wilhelm Wisser (1843–1935). Read more ...



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Translation: Sandy Fleming

Location: Yeovil, England, United Kingdom

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The Ren

Time back way back there wer a ren who made his nes in the divvy roof. He livet there with his peopl. 1 day he and Mrs Ren gone out to find some meat to fetch their childer leaving the yung birds oansome.

After a whyl the Dad ren come back hoam.

“Whats the big hulla bulla?” he askit. “Wer there some thing blipful? You kids look lyk youve took the fearbelly.”

“O Dad!” they said, “a guvnor naminal jus come by. He snuck us with his big eyes and his big teef and dint say Trubba not. We wer perwel scairt it myt ben arga warga for us if we dint make the Bad Luck go a way syn.”

“I see,” he said, “what track did he take?”

“He gone and Norfing.”

“You kids wait here,” said the Dad ren, “Iwl teach him a lessing hewl all ways keep in memberment. Dont worry childer. Iwl sharna pax and get a poal.” So he gone after the guvnor naminal.

Persoon he ternt at a curse roads and noatist a lyn walking a long nor the ren he wernt feart. He lanit ryt on the lyns back and yelt at him. “Who are you as progammit to come to my nes and bring Trubba to my childer?”

The lyn dint say nothing to this datter jus kep moving on.

The ren cud feal his self getting humpyer by the minim and he yelt at the lyn. “Whyd you come to my nes youve no good reason and you bes not come back,” he said, “or Iwl pour the ounts of judgd men. I dont want to come hevvy,” he liftit 1 of his littl legs in the air, “but youwl see your back aint as hard as my leg.”

That tol the ren vackt his wayt and gone back to his nes.

“No Trubba childer,” he said, “Ive teachit him a lessing plus I dint call no Plomercy. Thats the las wewl see of him.”

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