Early in the morning, when day was breaking, and everyone was asleep, the cock awoke the hen, brought the egg, pecked it open, and they ate it together, but they threw the shell on the hearth. Then they went to the needle which was still asleep, took it by the head and stuck it into the cushion of the landlord’s chair, and put the pin in his towel, and at last without more ado they flew away over the heath.
~The Brothers Grimm
Man, what a wild ride. Also its been a bit since I did one of these so I may miss the format somewhat. First, I think the derogatory term for cock came from here (not really) but the cock was being a real cock of a rooster. Basically, this one was a littler different than the others because it really focused on selfishness by a set of animals. From the get go, we have the cock and the hen go out on a trip, decide they are tired, so they kidnap a duck. Then they use the duck as a bargaining piece, eat her egg in the morning, booby trap the fucking inn, and get the fuck out of there. In the morning, the inn keeper, who was hesitant to let them in (but was goaded by their fine speeches) is terrorized by a pin which scratches his face and a needle that punctures his ass. Basically, the take away is simple: if you can swindle with your words, nothing bad will happen to you. [To dive deep click: “Read More”]
With the “Immigrant Song” playing from Led Zepplin, I just mentally picture the cock and hen rolling through the country side, a bob in their step, their little tails flicking back and forth, their heads bobbing around as they terrorize and fuck the landscape before them. This is all theirs, nothing belongs to anyone else; they are the rulers of the land. Not because of capability or sovereignty (being born into station) but because of their silver tongues and ability to just take action. What do they use their powers for? Simple, taking whatever they want and leaving devastation in their wake.
In the analysis of morals there really is nothing for the good guys. I guess one could focus on the fact that those good folks that were swindled by the ragamuffins could have avoid them and not been suckered into their lies. However, at this time, a person giving you a duck for letting them stay in your inn probably was sufficient payment. Which means, the ragamuffins paid the inn keeper the appropriate amount for the services he rendered. Then again, he didn’t trust them, and then accepted them. As such, I believe the moral for good people is don’t trust anyone and never be nice.
As for the bad guys – the cock and hen – it is clear that being sadistic and good with words works out. They never over extended themselves, they took advantage of situations, and they always escaped. They behaved liked children but there was zero negatives to being that way. Which means, the moral of the story for people who are ragamuffins is simple: shit do whatever you want and take whatever you want, ain’t nobody going to stop you.
Which means, this was a story for those kind hearted souls. If you have a bad feeling about someone, trust it. You never know when you’ll wake up, wash your face and be assaulted by a pin, or sit on a needle.