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What’s with this “Wren” thing?
The oldest extant version of the fable
are presenting here appeared in 1913 in the first volume of a two-volume anthology
Saxon folktales (Plattdeutsche
Volksmärchen “Low German Folktales”)
collected by Wilhelm Wisser (1843–1935). Read
Tha’ wance wes ih wren wee hed med his nest in thi ga’ridge. He lived theor wi’ris
fam’ly. Wurn day he end his marras went oot tu luck fo’ surm scran tu bring
theor banties, leavin thi yung bords aal alern.
Eftah ih while thi fatha wren retorned yem.
“Whet’s bin gan’in urn heor?” he axed. “Hes summit hep’pined? Y’hay bairns
luck scared tu deeth!”
“Da!” they sayed, “ih muckle woorm just came alang. He lucked se scary!
He glared intu wah nest wi’ris greet big eyes! Thet scared wuh tu deeth!”
“Aa see,” he sayed, “Weir did he gan?”
“He went thet way!”
“Y’hay bairns haad urn heor,” sayed thi fatha wren, “A’m ganin tu lorn
him aa lessin he win’t seun fo’get! Divvent worry, yung’ins. A’ll ged ’im.”
Sur he chased efter thi woorm.
He torned ih cornah end saa ih lion waakin alang, but thi wren wesn’t
i’fraid. He landed reet urn thi lion’s back end started shot’in et ’im. “Wee
urn orth duh y’hay think y’hay are comin tu me nest end scarin me bairns tu
Thi moontin lion didn’t listen tu thi wren, but just kept urn waakin.
Thet annoyed thi wren even mair, end he started really shot’in et thi
“Y’hay hev nee reason comin tu me nest, end if yi come back,” he sayed,
“then yu’ll really live tu regret id! Aa divvent whant tu get violent,” he
sayed liftin wern uv ees legs intu thi air, “but a’ll brek ya back in aa heartbeat!”
Hevin sayed thet, he flew back tuv ’is nest.
“Tha’s nowt tu worry aboot noo, yung’ins,” he sayed, “A’ve lorned him
aa lessin. He win’t bi comin back.”