• Wxnzxn@lemmy.ml
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    4 months ago

    My favourite German fairy tale has to be this one.

    The harrowing morality tale, teaching you that you better stay in your lane, peasant, especially if you are a Bratwurst!

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        4 months ago

        Many fairy tales are. Especially the oldest. Some of them have direct references to historic people. This is what I got out of the story:

        I think the sausage is supposed to be the rich class, safely hidden away, in a life of luxury, having others do most of her work. Leaving the safety of their own land without protection was no safe task for many nobles, especially with warring nobles around waiting for a chance to seize more power. With an excuse, the dog took out their neighbouring queen and left society to crumble.

        The mouse may be an allegory for the church (as the church, nobility, and the laymen were often grouped together). Though the sausage clearly had an easy life, the mouse had control in the end, and could be persuaded by the bird (the common people doing the hardest work). The second bird was a (foreign?) revolutionary, infecting the bird’s mind with dangerous ideas.

        In other words: stay in your lane, just do your chores, and everyone is better off. Start shit and society will collapse, and everyone will suffer. Probably written by someone well off.

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          4 months ago

          Or whoever told the version of the story that ended up being written down decided to insert a joke into it. I mean, that whole bit could have been left out; the dog could have already eaten the sausage by the time the bird got there.

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      When mealtime approached, she would slither through the porridge or the vegetables, and thus everything was greased and salted and ready to eat.

      My mom was not the BEST cook in the world…