I know, I know, once again, we have a story about three brothers. There apparently isn’t any other combination of brothers that will do it for the Grimms brothers, except for there were only two of them. I wonder if there was another third Grimms brother that nobody talks about. Anyway, I had a hard time finding an illustration for this story because if you Google “three brothers” you get a bunch of stuff from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, so I just put a picture of a blacksmith on here instead. That’s going to have to do.
Once upon a time there were three brothers. Their father had nothing else in the world except his single house. He loved them all the same and wanted to leave them something. He thought about letting them sell the house, but he was quite sentimental about it and decided to give the sons a challenge. Each of the sons was to go out into the world and learn a trade. Whoever could make the best masterpiece would win the house. The three sons decided on a time when they would come back and exhibit their skills to their father.
The first son apprenticed himself to a blacksmith. The second son apprenticed himself to a barber. The third son apprenticed himself to a fencer. They learned their skills well. The first son was such a good blacksmith that he had shod the king’s horses. The second son was a good barber who only barbered the best of people. The third son didn’t have it as easy, but was determined the make the best of what he did saying, “if you are afraid of a blow, you’ll never win the house.”
The appointed time finally came. They didn’t really know how to showcase their skills to their father. Suddenly, a hare ran across the field and the second son saw this as his opportunity to show off his skills. He got his basin and soap and lathered it up. The hare got close, but the barber was able to shave off its whiskers while it was still moving. The father was pretty impressed by this.
The first son soon found his opportunity to impress his father. A nobleman drove by in a coach galloping at top speed. The blacksmith ran after the coach, took all the shoes off of the horses’ feet and reshod the horses while they were still galloping. The father was mightily impressed with this feat.
The third son soon found his opportunity. It began to rain, but the son drew is sword and swung it backwards and forwards above his head and not a drop fell upon him. It rains harder and harder, but the third son stayed dry. The father was most impressed with the third son’s feat. He proclaimed the house was his.
The brothers had also been impressed with their youngest brother so they didn’t really begrudge him having son the house, but they liked each other so well, that they decided to live in the house together. There they lived and practiced their trades until they grew old. One of the brothers died and it wasn’t long before the other two followed. They were buried in the same grave because they loved each other so much.
I think all three of these sons learned how to do pretty impressive things. Good for them. They must be really determined. I don’t know how you could shoe a horse while it was still moving. I haven’t ever raised horses, but I do know just a little bit about how horses are shod. The horse kind of has to be standing still for this to happen. Horses can be dangerous in a given situation so I imagine this brother was in quite a bit of danger while performing his feat.
Shaving the whiskers off of a rabbit seems kind of mean. I think they need those.
Now, if someone really could wave a sword above their head in the rain and not get wet, that would be highly impressive.
Competition is nice, but family is also really important. These brothers used their competitiveness to fuel their skills to a very high level, but at the end of the day, their family was still the most important thing in their lives. Good for them. Really. Kudos you three. Each of these brothers were so good at what they did they could have had a lot of money and women all the time, but they chose to place importance upon each other.
On the other hand, the story never mentions that they got married or had families of their own, so I’m kind of disappointed that they didn’t have sons of their own to teach these skills to.
I would really like to see someone try to reproduce this keeping dry in the rain method. Theoretically, if you swung something fast enough over your head, wouldn’t you stay dry?