"Die drei lustigen Brüder" Hörbuch Märchen zum Einschlafen & Träumen für Erwachsene | Josef Haltrich

Hello and nice to have you here. I am Rico. Fairytales are great! Three brothers with different limitations one day walk through the forest. Although they should not be able to do it, because of their limitations, they catch a rabbit together. Disagreeing about who owns the rabbit, they look for a judge to decide the matter. In order to speak a judgment, the judge gives the brothers an unusual task. If you don't want to miss a fairytale and haven't subscribed to the channel yet, then subscribe to it and activate the bell. And now, have fun listening! The Three Funny Brothers by Josef Heitrich Once upon a time there were three brothers. One of them was blind, the other lame, and the third split naked. One day, these three went into the forest to take out bird nests. As they went into the forest, the blind man suddenly saw a rabbit jump out of the bush. He had barely told his brothers, but the lame man was already like the wind behind the rabbit and held him, thought of as a husband, by the hind legs. Now they did not know how to get the trapped rabbit home. Then the naked man said, Give it to me! and put it in his pocket. In the joy of this catch, they forgot to look for bird nests and went home. On the way, however, a dispute arose among them about who the rabbit belonged to. And that was not as easy to decide as you think. I saw him first, said the blind man. What does it help to see, said the lame man. I caught him, I own the rabbit. Would I not have put him in my pocket, said the naked man. You should have let him run in the forest, the rabbit belongs to me. So the brothers argued with each other, and no one wanted to give in. Finally, they came to the clever idea of ​​letting the dispute be decided by the judge. They went straight to this one and found him, luckily, at home. Now everyone had to tell him the whereabouts of the three, and when the last one was finished with his story, the judge said, You good people, I hear that you can all lie well. Whoever can tell me the biggest lie, the rabbit should belong to him. Then the blind man said, My father once had a lot of sheep, I had to drive them to drink every day. When I drove them out again to the creek, it was frozen. It stood on the shore for a long time. Without drinking, I was not allowed to bring the sheep home to my father, and an ax, to break through the ice, was also not to be found nearby. I thought for a long time. Finally I had it. I lay flat on the ice and hit a big lump of ice with my head, so that all the sheep could drink themselves full. As I now drove my herd home, I saw on the palm trees, which stood on the bank of the creek, threshers. They were threshing peas, so that the grains flew around like the hail. Greetings, your earthly threshers, I called to them. Merdanken der Tier und hinwer, was the answer. Surprised and frightened, I grabbed my head with both hands and felt that I no longer had a head. It can no longer hurt you, I thought. Alone you may need it otherwise. Where should you have left it? Should it not, when you hit the hole in the ice, have fallen down and been lying there in thoughts? In a hurry I turned around and saw my head lying on the ice next to the lump of ice. But it had become a headache for me, as the mouth was open. I put many eggs in it. I quickly put it back on. I turned around and managed to get home safely with my sheep. And my father was satisfied with me. And look, something strange also happened. The eggs in my head had gone out due to the heat and the young chickens flew out of my mouth and nose and we suddenly got the yard full of chickens, which was a great joy for my mother. When the blind man had finished, the judge said, If all this is true, then it is a big lie. But we also want to hear the others. The lame began to roar here. My father once had an old horse. The neighbors begged him so often that they went into the forest to get wood. Once again two neighbors had pulled my father's horse into the forest. They tied the animal to a tree and now lifted it on the tree to skin it with their axes violently. Then one of them slipped the ax and drove the horse to the side. Frightened by Jem, the man stood in front of the hit horse and looked recklessly at the bleeding wound and cried, Oh dear, Veldet Njernet is on fire! Don't be afraid, comforted the other one. We hit the rider and bandaged his wound. Soon the two had hit a whole bunch of riders together and bandaged the horse's wound with it. With that, the horse was cured, but it grew so big in the forest overnight that soon the gypsies, the Midi and the Dodi, the Tutsi and the Ville and, as they are all called, came to steal wood from it, and that caused my father great distress and much distress. That's the way it is, he said, if you lend your horse, but I don't want to do it again soon. So the lama told. But the judge cried, You have spoken just as true as your brother. Now we want to see what the last of you can do. Then the naked man ran. My father once had countless bee sticks and they were all full of bees. I had to count them every evening when they returned from the field. One evening I had counted the returning bees again, but I had to report to my father that one mistake. Angry, my father called, Go, look for the bees, or you'll be in trouble. What was to be done? Of course there was good advice where to turn. I ran fearfully into the field and looked and looked for seven hatterts, but I didn't find the crazy bee. Finally I met a farmer on the eighth hattert. He had tied a bee to the plow next to his oxen and just banged it with the whip over the train of cattle. How dare you? I called out. To plow with a stranger's cattle! The farmer asked for forgiveness and told me one of his oxen had fallen on him. Fortunately, he had seen the bee and tied it to the place of the missing ox. But he didn't want to keep it as his property, but just thought, why should she wander around the field like nothing to me, nothing to you? Thanks to the fact that he brought her home in the evening, she could probably do him a little favor. I did not give the man such a thorough apology, but he had to tie the bee to me right away and I blamed him for it when I had examined her more closely and found that the ox had scratched her neck very badly. In such a state, I was not allowed to bring the bee home to my father, because I would have been nice to him. So I went to the advice of the man, who had served our bee, to a nut tree to put a few leaves of the same as a quick remedy on the wounded neck of the bee. In a hurry, I had picked up a nut from the ground with the leaves at the same time and tied the same to the neck with the leaves of the bee. A large nut tree grew on the neck of the bee overnight and when the nuts became ripe, the boys threw them, as it happens, as often as they went to my father's garden in front of the school, with earthworms after the nuts. My father did not like that, as you might think. Alone, it would have been good. After a while, the boys had thrown such a large pile of earth into our garden that my father said, Why should we leave this pile so unused? We plough it around and sow on it, if only oats. That happened. When the oats had become ripe, my father gave me the sickle in his hand and ordered me to cut the oats. Cutting and, in particular, cutting the oats is not such an easy thing. That is why so many of our farmers let others cut. Alone, I had to comfort myself, because my father was very strict. He did not talk back, and who did not obey the word. But I had just begun, when a rabbit jumped up next to me to my great joy. I thought it would be easy for me. Immediately I threw the sickle with such skill and luck on my rabbit that the handle went through the hind leg and stuck, and the cut stood out as if it were a cut. The hit one had to run up and down the field of oats, and in no time the oats had been cut to the last home. Was that so? asked the judge. Not the same rabbit that you brought here today in the bag? Oh yes, answered the naked one. Just the same. Well then, the judge decided. So it was and is for now undisputed your property, but if you want to prove yourself good, give each of your brothers a stamp. They have also deservedly earned it. Hello again. Thanks 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.