Reading Notes Week 15: Grimm Brothers, Part A

Lazy Heinz

This story immediately caught my eye because of the name: Lazy Heinz.  Heinz is a ketchup company so maybe that could be something to include if one was to rewrite this story.

Lazy Heinz is, as his name proclaims, lazy.  He doesn't want to drive out his own goat, so he marries Fat Trina.  Eventually, she suggests that they both shouldn't "waste their youth" driving goats into the pasture.  He agrees and they trade the two goats for a beehive.  The bees make honey, but soon Lazy Heinz thinks that Fat Trina is eating all the honey and suggests that the get young geese instead.  Fat Trina says that returns their first problem, of having to drive out their beasts into the field.  Lazy Heinz says that the boy (I guess their child) will do it, but is then overcome with worry that a child would not obey.  Fat Trina says she will beat the child if he doesn't do as she says, and attempts to demonstrate by knocking mice away from their jug of honey.  In her wayward attempts, she knocks the honey off its' shelf and ends up breaking the jug and spilling the honey.  Lazy Heinz simply eats the leftovers, both of them rather unbothered.

Instead of honey, perhaps they grow tomato plants and make ketchup.  That would certainly make a different story!

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Story source: The Grimm Brothers' Children's and Household Tales translated by D. L. Ashliman (1998-2013).

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 3, 2018 at 10:30 AM

    Hi, Lauren!

    I read from the Ashliman adaptation of the Brothers Grimm this week as well! To me, Lazy Heinz was clearly a warning story for children to be more hardworking and virtuous, but I was surprised that nothing too horrible happened to Heinz and Trina at the end.

    I think that your proposed retelling of the story sounds very funny; maybe you can drive the lesson home more forcefully as well!

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  2. UnknownMay 4, 2018 at 8:59 AM

    Hey Lauren!

    This sounds like such an interesting story! I have only read a few of the Brothers Grimm's stories and I had not heard of this one. I like your idea of how to make a story about it. You should totally write a story like this with ketchup. It would be funny and great!

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