"Die drei Schwestern bei dem Menschenfresser" Einschlaf-Erwachsenen-Hörbuch Märchen | Josef Haltrich

Hello and nice to have you here. I am Rico. Fairytales are great! Today three sisters are taken captive by a giant. He treats one of them very well, because she gives him a false promise. Over time, the sisters find a way to escape the power of the giant. However, it does not take long and he recognizes the deception and begins to pursue them. Will he get them? If you don't want to miss a fairytale and haven't subscribed to the channel yet, then subscribe to it and also activate the bell. And now have fun listening! The three sisters at the human eater by Josef Haltrich Once upon a time there were three sisters in the forest looking for strawberries. As they wanted to return home in the evening, they got lost and couldn't find a way out. Then a wild chicken came and that was a human eater, ran at her and shouted, Ah, now I've got you! and stirred her to his lock. Then he asked the oldest, Do you prefer to be my wife or die? Better die! said this one. Likewise, he asked the second. She also answered, Better die! But the youngest was fussy enough. And when the chicken asked her, she said, Oh, with pleasure! I'm just too young. Wait another year. The chicken was satisfied with this and gave the little one the keys to all the rooms. Now she should have power over everything. However, he locked her two sisters in a stable and ordered his old mother She was to feed them with nuts and sprinkles until they were quite fat and then roast them. Every morning the chicken went out and only came back home at noon or in the evening. And his old mother ordered him every time to take care of her in the stable and of his beloved bride. One day, when the old woman had brought them sprinkles and nuts again, she wanted to see if they were finally fat. Get out of here, your finger! she shouted with a hoarse voice. But the youngest also came to the stable, as she did several times every day, where she then comforted her sisters. Now she reached from the side of each of her sisters a long piece of wood and whispered to them, The old woman is sad and does not see right. Reach this piece of wood instead of the finger. That's what they did. The old woman had a knife and cut the piece of wood. Hurry up! she shouted. That's like pure bone so hard. In the end, you will only become thinner instead of fatter out of longing. That must not last any longer. Tomorrow you will come to the oven. When the other day the chicken went out very early, the old woman said, Come home this afternoon. A good roast is waiting for you. Then she went to the oven and heated it skillfully. When it was hot enough, she called the youngest to the oven and said, Take care until I come. She went to the stable and led the two sisters to the fire. They moaned and complained that they should die so miserably. The old woman ordered them to sit on the bread bowl. But the youngest, the bride of the chicken, had a clever idea again and said, You don't know how to do it. Show it to them. I want to stop at this end. Then the stupid old woman went and sat down on the bread bowl. As soon as the two other girls grasped the rod on a wink of the youngest, and quickly pushed the old woman into the oven, they put the iron in front of the oven hole and ran, after they had closed all the doors and thrown the key into the well, in a hurry. When the chicken came home in the afternoon, he stomped and clapped at the door. But he couldn't get in until he hit it. His great hunger drove him to the oven. He tore the iron away and wanted to pull the roast out. But look, his old mother was completely roasted and burned. So he ran angrily to the stable. But he was empty. He looked in all the rooms for his young bride. She was nowhere to be found either. Ah, they're all gone. Now wait, I'll get you back in a minute. He quickly put on his seven-mile boots and followed them. But the three poor girls had seen an old man how they fled in fear of the roast, and had shown them the right way home and given them three things. A needle, a glass bowl and a bottle of water. When they saw the chicken behind them, they should use it like this and like that. The chicken had only taken a few steps, so it was already on them. Then they put the needle behind them, and suddenly the whole street was wide and wide with pointed needles. How did you get over there? the chicken called out to them. We took off our shoes, called the youngest, his bride. He did that immediately and crumpled his feet completely until he came over. But he had left his seven-mile boots behind, so he went back over the needles and now brought the shoes. Meanwhile, the girls had walked a long way. Soon, however, he was at them with his seven-mile boots. Then they threw the glass bowl into the way, and suddenly the street was wide and wide full of pointed glass bowls. How did you get over there? he called out to them. Yes, we took off our shoes, called the youngest, his bride. He did that immediately, but it was hard and slow, and he crumpled his hands completely until he came over. The girls were a good bit ahead again, but the chicken was soon on their feet. Then they poured out the water, and immediately there was a mighty river between them and the chicken. How did you get over there? he called out to them. Yes, called the youngest, his bride. We hung a big stone on our necks. He carried us. The chicken immediately hung a mighty millstone on his neck and fell into it. Then the stone pulled him down, so that he almost drowned. With great difficulty, he dragged himself out. But now his anger had risen to the highest. He hurried back home, took three mighty millstones and jumped on a high mountain peak, where he could see far into the morning and evening sun. He still saw the fleeing and hurled the millstones at them. It was in vain. They fell down at the border of the chicken country, and those were already in the realm of human dwellings and now happily made their way home. The chicken no longer had the desire to see, for it roared before anger and horror. Hello again. Thank you for listening. If you liked the fairy tale and you are not sleeping yet, I would be happy about a thumbs up. And if you can't sleep yet, you can find another fairy tale here. See you soon.