"Vom Schafhirten und dem Drachen" Hörbuch Märchen zum Einschlafen für Groß & Klein von Josef Wenzig

Hello and nice to have you here. I am Rico. Fairytales are great! In today's story, it is about a shepherd who one day makes a wonderful discovery. He observes some snakes as they approach a rock. He does the same to them and follows them into the rock. Once there, he falls into a deep sleep. When he wakes up, he wants to leave the rock again, but that's not so easy. 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! From the Shepherd and the Dragon by Joseph Wenzig There was a shepherd, and as a shepherd he shepherded sheep. When he shepherded the sheep, he usually blew his whistle, or lay on the ground and looked for the sky, for the mountains, for the sheep, and for the green grass. One day, it was autumn, at the time when the snakes go to sleep in the earth, the dear shepherd lay on the ground, his head on his elbow, and looked down the mountain. Then he saw a miracle. A large number of snakes crawled up to the rock from all sides, which was just in front of him. When they arrived at the rock, each snake took a herb that grew there on its tongue and touched the rock with the herb. It opened and one snake after the other disappeared in the rock. The shepherd got up from the ground, ordered his dog, Dunai, to shepherd the sheep, and went to the rock, in which he thought to himself, You must see what kind of herb that is and where the snakes are crawling. It was a herb, he did not know it. But when he tore it off and touched the rock with it, the rock opened up to him too. Then he went in and found himself in a cave, whose walls shone with gold and silver. In the middle of the cave stood a golden table. On the table lay, wound in a circle, an enormous old snake. Around the table lay a lot of snakes. All of them were so fast asleep that they did not move until the shepherd entered. The shepherd liked the cave as long as he went around in it. Then he got bored. He remembered the sheep and wanted to go back, in which he thought to himself, I saw what I wanted. I want to go now. It was easy to say, I want to go now. But how? The rock had closed behind the shepherd when he entered the cave. The shepherd did not know what to do, what to say, so that the rock would open up to him, and so he had to stay in the cave. Oh, if I can't get out, I want to sleep, he said. He covered himself in his shorts, lay down on the floor and fell asleep. It seemed to him that he had not slept for a long time when a rustling and whispering woke him up. He looked around and thought he was sleeping in his hut. Then he saw above him, around him, the shining walls, the golden table, the old snake on the table, and around the table a lot of snakes licking the golden table, asking in between, Is it time yet? The old snake let her talk until she slowly raised her head and said, It's time. When she said this, she stretched from head to tail like a rod, crawled from the table to the floor and went to the entrance of the cave. All the snakes crawled after her. The shepherd also stretched as he should. Gähnte stood up and followed the snake, thinking to himself, Wherever you go, I want to go too. It was easy to say, I want to go too. But how? The old snake touched the rock. It opened and the snakes, one after the other, slipped out. When the last snake was outside, the shepherd also wanted to get out. Alone the rock closed in front of his nose, and the old snake whispered to him with a whistling tone, You little man must stay there. Hey, what am I supposed to do with you? You have no company, and I will not sleep in a fort. Let me out, have the sheep in the pasture, and at home a bad woman who would beat me up, I would not come home in time. The shepherd said, You must not leave here until you have laid a triple oath that you will not tell anyone where you have been and how you came to us. Whistled the snake. What was the shepherd supposed to do? He gladly swore a triple oath just to get out. But if you do not keep the oath, it will be bad for you, threatened the old snake as she let the shepherd out. But what a transformation outside! The shepherd began to shake his knees in fear when he saw how the season had changed, that instead of autumn it was spring. Oh, I am poor, what have I done that I slept through the winter in the rock? Oh, oh, where will I find my sheep, and what will my wife say? He complained so much that he sadly stepped up to his hut. He saw from a distance his wife, who was busy with it. Not yet prepared for her reproaches, he hid in a shelter. As he sat in the shelter, he saw that a handsome man came up to his wife, and he heard that he asked her where she had her husband. The wife began to cry and told how one day in autumn the shepherd had driven the sheep to the pasture and had not returned. The dog Dunai had brought the sheep. The shepherd was there. Maybe the wolves ate him, she said. Maybe the cowboys tore him to pieces. Don't cry, the shepherd called to her from the shelter. I am alive, the wolves didn't eat me, nor did the cowboys tear me to pieces. I slept through the winter in the shelter. That alone made the shepherd sick. As soon as his wife heard the words, she stopped crying and began to moan. Leave the weather, you lazy slug! Are you a decent man? Are you a shepherd? Recommends the sheep to the dear Lord God, lies down in the shelter and sleeps like the snakes in winter. The shepherd gave his wife the silent right. But because he was not allowed to reveal what had happened to him, he remained silent and did not moan. But the handsome man said to the woman, her husband had not slept in the shelter, he had been somewhere else. And when the shepherd answered his question, he wanted to give him a lot of money. The woman was terribly jealous of her husband, that he had lied to her, and wanted to know with all his might where he had been. But the handsome man sent her away and promised her money if she remained silent. He himself thought of packing the shepherd. When the woman had gone away, the handsome man took on his natural appearance, and there the shepherd saw a sorcerer from the mountains standing before him. He recognized him, because a sorcerer has three eyes in his head. The sorcerer was a mighty man. He could change his appearance as he pleased, and whoever opposed him, he would have turned, for example, into a widow. The shepherd was terribly frightened of the sorcerer. He was even more afraid of him than of his wife. The sorcerer asked him where he had been, what he had seen. The shepherd answered the question, What shall I say? He was afraid of the old snake and of the egg-break, and he was afraid of the three-eyed sorcerer, too. But when the sorcerer asked him for the third time, and with a terrible voice, where he had been and what he had seen, and when his appearance, as it seemed to him, grew larger and larger, the shepherd said, He knew where he had been and how he had come into the rock. Good, said the sorcerer. Now come with me and show me the rock and the herb. The shepherd had to go. When they came to the rock, the shepherd tore the herb off, put it on the rock, and the rock opened. But the sorcerer did not want the shepherd to go in. Nor did he go on himself, but pulled out a book and began to read aloud. The shepherd was afraid. Suddenly the earth trembled. A hissing and whistling could be heard from the rock, and a huge dragon crawled out, in which the old snake had turned. Fire was gushing out of the rake. The head was huge. With his tail he struck left and right, and touched a tree, so he smashed it down. Throw him half a thumb on the neck, ordered the sorcerer, by giving the shepherd a kind of spell, without turning his eyes away from the book. The shepherd took the spell, but was afraid to approach the dragon. Only when the sorcerer bid him a second and third time, was he ready to obey. But, oh, the poor shepherd! The dragon turned back and forth, and before the shepherd could see it, he sat on the dragon's back, and the dragon flew with him into the air. At that moment it was pitch black. Only the fire, which the dragon spit out of rake and eyes, shone on the way. The earth trembled. The stones collided from the mountains into the valleys. Furiously the dragon struck with his tail left and right and right and left, and the beeches, the fir-trees, which he hit, broke like rye. And he sprayed down so much water, that it flowed from the mountains, the same as the Waag River. That was something terrible, horrible. The shepherd was half dead. But gradually the dragon's anger seemed to subside. He no longer struck with his tail. He did not spray water. He did not spit fire. The shepherd came to his senses and thought the dragon would give up. But this was not enough. He wanted to punish the shepherd even worse. Higher and higher the dragon climbed into the air, constantly higher and higher, until the shepherd saw the huge mountains and forests like ant hills, and he climbed even higher. And when the shepherd saw nothing but sun, stars and clouds, the dragon hung in the air with him. Oh dear God, what do I catch? I'm hanging in the air, I jump down, I kill myself, and I can't fly up into the sky. The shepherd complained badly and began to cry bitterly. The dragon did not moan. Oh, you dragon, mighty dragon, have mercy on me. He asked. Fly down with me again. I will never make you angry again. A stone had warmed itself over the poor shepherd. The dragon snorted and gritted his teeth, did not utter a single syllable and did not move. Suddenly the shepherd's ear was struck by a lark's song. The shepherd rejoiced. Closer and closer the lark flew to him, and as it hovered over him, the shepherd asked her, Oh lark, you god-fearing little bird, I beg you, fly to the heavenly father and complain to him of my need. Tell him that I let him greet him nicely and beg him for his help. The lark flew to the heavenly father and executed the shepherd's request. And the heavenly father warmed himself over the shepherd, wrote something in golden writing on a birch leaf, put the leaf of the lark in the beak and ordered her to put it on the head of the dragon. The lark flew, read the leaf, the one written in golden writing, fall on the head of the dragon, and at that moment the dragon went down to earth with the shepherd. When the shepherd came to his senses, he saw that he was standing by his hut, saw the dog Dunai how he was grazing the sheep,