I know you’re already thinking that the title The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage is strange and no such thing would occur in real life. Don’t worry, I’m thinking exactly the same thing. This is another Grimm’s tale that sounds like a joke…so a mouse a bird and a sausage walk into a bar…
Once upon a time a mouse, a bird, and a sausage became friends and decided to keep house together. The bird was responsible for bringing wood back to the house to light a fire. The mouse was responsible for bringing water into the house and setting the table. The sausage was responsible for cooking.
One day the bird was out and met another bird. This other bird told the first bird that he was getting the raw end of the deal. He explained that it didn’t take the mouse long to gather water and set the table. The sausage simply cut up vegetables and rolled around in the pan to season the meal. The bird soon decided he had had enough and had a heart to heart with the mouse and the sausage. I don’t know how you talk to a sausage, but whatever.
The three decided to switch jobs. They did something like drawing straws. The bird ended up with the task of bringing water. The sausage ended up with the task of bringing firewood. The mouse ended up with the task of cooking. The three were all willing to contribute to this new scheme.
The sausage went out into the woods to try to find wood, but that didn’t turn out well. A dog found the sausage and soon swallowed him up. For some reason the dog was an authority in the land and could say that the sausage was illegal or something. The other two friends weren’t happy about this. The mouse wanted to roll around in the pan to season the food like the sausage did, but when he tried, his fur fell out, his skin fell off and he died. The bird was so concerned about all of this happening that he fell in the well with the water bucket and drowned.
What a happy story. I’m a little confused as to why these three unlikely entities would become friends. Who is friends with a sausage? Sausages are food and cannot talk. Second of all, do you not think it a little weird that the sausage uses himself to season the food? That would be like walking into the kitchen to find your grandma spitting in the soup saying that it was the secret ingredient. You wish it had stayed a secret.
Yeah, this whole friendship is weird, but who am I to judge?
Two themes, I see, hmm, yes, I’m Yoda.
The first theme I would like to discuss is this idea that if a relationship works, even if it’s weird, leave it alone. If you know a couple with a forty-year age difference, but they’re freaking happy, don’t keep trying to get the younger party to trade in the older party for a younger model. They’re happy, leave it alone. The bird, the mouse, and the sausage in this tale were obviously happy. Their system worked, but they let outside influence destroy the great life they had. That’s something we must always remember. We can have a good relationship with any manner of people in any manner of ways, but if we start letting other people on the outside tell us how we should be having this relationship, that awesome relationship you have can be ruined.
If something isn’t broke, don’t fix it!
Second, I see this theme of inherent abilities and limitations. While it is true that each of us have inherent talents that no one else might have, it can also be true that each of can have inherent short-comings that no one else has. If you know there is a weakness you have, it isn’t necessarily a good idea to push yourself to make it stronger. In some cases you should push yourself. It’s really up to you. We really want to focus more on physical limitations here. If you have a friend who doesn’t have any legs, you probably shouldn’t push them to run a marathon. It’s nice if they already have some of those prosthetic legs people run on. If that’s the case, by all means, encourage your friend to run a marathon. If your friend does not have the proper prosthesis, you cannot expect them to run a marathon.
It’s nice and it’s noble that we try to push ourselves and the boundaries of our weaknesses, but sometimes, there are just things we cannot do. You cannot send a sausage out into the woods to gather firewood. There are about a million things that would eat a sausage in the first five minutes.
This tale is strange and kind of sad. They all die. That’s terrible. We all know the Grimm’s weren’t men for happy endings, but usually we don’t expect everyone to bite the dust. Again, who is friends with a sausage?