Once upon a time there was a town
called Hamelin in Brunswick . Hamelin was a prosperous town. It was a port town on the
River Weser.
Barges full of corn and wheat would come down the River Weser and unload at Hamelin. There
were silos full of corn and wheat in Hamelin.
With the silos full of corn and wheat came mills for grinding the
corn and wheat, bakeries for baking bread and cakes, shops for selling the bread and cakes
and of course people for eating. The people
were so prosperous and busy loading and unloading, milling, baking and eating that they
didn't notice all the litter and rubbish that was accumulating in the streets. And of
course with the rubbish came the rats.
There were rats everywhere in Hamelin - rats in the corn silos, rats in the wheat silos,
rats in the bakeries, rats in the shops, rats in the streets, and rats in the houses. The
rats breeded and grew and grew and soon there were so many rats that life became quite
miserable for the citizens of Hamelin.
They couldn't bake a cake, take a bath, or sleep in their
beds without the rats joining in to. The rats even nibbled on the ears of babies sleeping
in their cots. Something had to be done.
The people of Hamelin made their way to the Town Square and knocked on
the big brass doors of the Town Hall and demanded to know what the Lord Mayor was doing
about the rats.
The Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and
gold chains and made a speech.
"Good citizens of Hamelin you may rest assured that what needs to be done is being
done. Don't you worry about that."
The good citizens of Hamelin weren't too sure about that but they went home to their
houses to see what would be done. But nothing was done. There was just as much rubbish in the streets and just as many rats
in the mills, the bakeries, the shops and the houses.
In fact there were more rats. The rats kept growing and
breeding and breeding and growing and eating and eating and eating.
They ate anything they could get their teeth on. Nothing or no one was safe from the rats.
The people were angry and marched to the Town Square and pounded on the big brass doors
and to know exactly what the Lord Mayor was going to do. When no Lord Mayor appeared on
the balcony. The people started to chant - "No rats!" "No rats!"
"No rats!" "No rats!"
Finally the Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and gold chains and
announced somewhat nervously that he had a definite plan of action.
"Good citizens of Hamelin you will pleased to know that I, the Lord Mayor, have given
orders that a large hole in the ground will be dug on the outskirts of Hamelin and into
that hole will be swept all of the rubbish in the streets and all of the rats that can be
found and killed. Soon Hamelin will be clean and clear of rats."
Soon the large hole in the ground was full of stinking rubbish and the
bodies of dead rats and hurriedly covered over with dirt.
But it was not enough as there were too many rats in too many
hiding places all over the town and too much food for them in the silos and bakeries and
shops and houses and they grew and breeded just as fast as before.
And now with the rats came a plague of fleas. And with the
fleas came a strange sickness. Some children and old
people had already died. A plague was on Hamelin!
As you can imagine the people of Hamelin were even angrier. They marched once more to the
town square. Each of them carried with them a dozen dead rats as proof of the failure of
the Lord Mayors plan. They threw the rats in a pile in the middle of the square and from a
pole they hung an effigy that looked remarkably like the Lord Mayor in his black robes and
his gold chains. They started chanting - "No Rats or no Mayor!" "No
Rats or no Mayor!" "No Rats or no Mayor!"
Lord Mayor did come out on his balcony as he was surrounded by his Councilors and he
announced rather nervously that the council had,
in view of the rather desperate situation, agreed to offer a
magnificent reward of one thousand gold guilders to any person who could rid the town of
the rats.
The very next day a stranger appeared in Hamelin. He was different to
everyone else. His clothes were colorful and seemed to come from many different places.
He wore a long hat covered with feathers and shells and
bones. He had a silver pipe in his hand.
The stranger followed the carts up from the port and he saw the silos full of corn and
wheat, the mills, bakeries, shops, houses, people, rubbish and the rats.
He walked quietly to the Town Square and knocked on the big brass doors of the Town Hall.
He told the Mayor and his councilors that for a thousand gold guilders he could rid
Hamelin of the rats that infested it.
The Mayor enthusiastically agreed and the Pied Piper stepped
outside.
He stood in the Square and looked quietly around. He took a deep breath and blew a note on
his silver pipe and all of the rats in Hamelin started to scurry towards the Pied Piper.
They scurried out of doors, out of windows, out of drains and out of holes.
They scurried
down the lanes and streets towards the square. Now the Pied Piper started to play a
dancing tune and he danced out of the square and the rats followed along behind.
They moved out of the town and towards the port. At the river
side the Piper stopped and he placed just one toe in the water and, as he continued
playing, the rats continued dancing across the wharves and into the river.
Rats by their thousands danced out of the town, across the
wharves and splashed into the river where they were drowned.
When the last one had disappeared beneath the waters of the
Weser the Pied Piper stopped.
He stood quietly looking at the water for a while and then turned and walked back to the
Town Square. The good people of Hamelin were celebrating the victory against the rats. At
last they were free of the pestilence.
The Lord Mayor and all of his Councilors were up on
their balcony slapping each other on the back and making speeches.
The Pied Piper waited for a quiet space and asked for his one
thousand gold guilders.
The Mayor called out so everyone could hear, "A thousand gold guilders? How could you
have possibly earned a thousand guilders? Why. Everyone saw how, the rats were drowning
themselves in the river, all you did was dance about and play on that silly little pipe of
yours. Here be satisfied with forty guilders and think your self lucky at that."
To the shame of the people of Hamelin they agreed with their Mayor and laughed at the Pied
Piper as he walked quietly out of the town.
The next day was a religious feast and all of the adults were in the church as he walked
back into the town.
He stood quietly for a while in the Town Square and
they took a breath and played a note and all of the children started to run and jump and
skip out of the houses towards the Town Square.
As they ran and jumped and skipped towards him the Pied Piper
started to dance out of the square towards the port.
The adults in the church heard all of the children go past and they
rushed out of the church to see what was happening.
They called out to the children to stop and to come back but
it was like they could no longer hear their parent's voices.
The parents were relieved when they saw the Pied Piper turn
away from the river and dance with the children towards the mountain.
Their relief turned to horror
though when a small door appeared in the side of the mountain and first the Pied Piper and
then the children started to run and jump and skip inside.
The parents ran up to stop them but it was too late.
All of the children bar one boy who was hopping along on
crutches and couldn't keep up disappeared inside the mountain and the small door slammed
shut so tightly that no one could tell exactly where it had been.
The people raced up with shovels and picks and started furiously digging holes in the
mountainside but it was all to no avail.
The small boy on crutches tried to tell them that their children were
happy as he could hear the sounds from far away places but no one seemed to hear.
In time the people got over their shock and life started to
go on again.
Barges full of corn & wheat came down the River Weser and
unloaded at Hamelin.
Soon there were silos full of corn & wheat once again in
Hamelin.
In this way people learned a lesson after loosing all their
children and they never forgot
the Pied Piper and they always paid there debts in full and
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