Citation Needed - The Juniper Tree

Episode Date: July 9, 2025

"The Juniper Tree" (also "The Almond Tree"; Low German: Von dem Machandelboom) is a German fairy tale published in Low German by the Brothers Grimm in Grimm's Fairy Tales in 1812 (KHM 47).[1] The story contains themes of child abuse, murder, cannibalism and biblical symbolism and is one of the Brothers Grimm's darker and more mature fairy tales.

Hello and welcome to Citation Needed, the podcast where we choose a subject, read a single article about it on Wikipedia and pretend we're experts because this is the internet and that's how it works now. I'm Noah and I'm going to be leading story time this week. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find any drag queens so I had to find these disreputable people instead. Specifically, Heath, Eli and Tom. Okay, I'm bad at whispering.

Sorry. Bad at whispering. Oh, you can't find a drag queen in Waycross, Georgia, but you can find someone drinking booze from an ass luge on camera. Yes, no, that's what my town's known for. And before we get going, I love the people who are learning that for the first time. And before we get going, I want to remind you that Cecil expects us to still have patrons when he gets back from Norway, and given Tom's last essay who the fuck knows where

We're gonna be by the time this one goes out. So it's cool. It's hard to get back from Norway as I understand So if you'd like to help keep us from getting in trouble with Cecil be sure to stick around at the end of the show Find out how and with that out of the way tell us Heath what person plays think concept phenomenon or event are we gonna be talking? About today. We're gonna be talking about the Juniper Tree by the Brothers Grimm. Are you going to read us the tale? Indeed I am. This is allegedly a fairy tale for little kids in Germany in the early 1800s. Yeah, no, German kids from the 1800s turned out great.

All right, the juniper tree. It is now long ago, at least 2000 years since there was a rich man who had a beautiful and pious wife. Weird thing to open with. And they loved each other dearly. They had, however, no children, though they wished for them very much, and the woman prayed for them day and night, but still they had none. Now there was a courtyard in front of their house, in which was a juniper tree, and one day in winter the woman was standing beneath it, pairing herself an apple, and while she was pairing herself the apple, she cut her her finger and the blood fell on the snow. Ah said the woman and sighed heavily and looked at the blood before her and was most unhappy. Ah if I had but a child as red as blood

and as white as snow. And while she thus spoke she became quite happy in her mind and felt just as if that were going to happen. Fuck gave birth to a candy cane. What color are people again? Yeah, right. There's a lot of answers to that question, Eli. And we do not want Heath answering any. That's true. That's true. That's fair.

Bullet points, not a numbered list, Heath. Then she went into the house, and a month went by, and the snow was gone, and two months, and then everything was green, and three months, and then all the flowers came out of the earth. We know how seasons work, Story. Yes, the season. And four months. All right. And then all the trees in the wood grew thicker, and then the green branches were all closely

entwined, and the birds sang until the wood resounded and the blossoms fell from the trees. Noah seasons. Then the fifth month passed away, and she stood under the juniper tree, which smelled so sweetly that her heart leapt, and she fell on her knees and was beside herself with joy. And when the sixth month was over, the fruit was large and fine, and then she was quite still.

I mean, sure, she was under a tree for a month. Yeah, right? And then the seventh month, she snatched at the juniper berries and ate them greedily. Then she grew sick and sorrowful. Of course. at the juniper berries and ate them greedily. Then she grew sick and sorrowful. Then the eighth month passed and she called her husband to her and wept and said, If I die, then bury me beneath the juniper tree. Then she was quite comforted and happy until the next month was over. And then she had a child as white as snow and as red as blood. And when she

saw it, she was so delighted that she died. I don't think that's a level of delighted. Yeah, I feel like it was more the three months under the tree than Yeah, right. whatever you say, German guys. I was gonna marvel at being so happy it kills you, but this is a woman so far awestruck by cutting herself and the existence of spring, which she presumably just noticed.

Then her husband buried her beneath the juniper tree, and he began to weep sorely. After some time, he was more at ease, and though he still wept, he could bear it. And after some time longer, he took another wife. It's been three hours, You think anyone's still watching? By the second wife, he had a daughter named Marlingen. Catch! Did you make that name up on the spot? Marlingenchatchesn desk computer. Marlinchats desk computer.

Marlinchen. But the first wife's child was a little son, and he was as red as blood and as white as snow. Yeah, and he got a job as one of those living signs. He just slowly rotated himself outside the barber shop. Yeah, right? Very cool, yeah. When the woman looked at her daughter,

she loved her very much. But then she looked at the little boy, and it seemed to cut her to the heart, for the thought came into her mind that he would always stand in her way. And she was forever thinking how she could get all the fortune for her daughter. And the evil one filled her mind with this till she quite hated the little boy, and slapped him here and cuffed him there until the unhappy child was in continual terror for when he came out of school he had no peace in any place.

Jesus, imagine how much you had to hit your kid for 19th century Germans to judge you. One day the woman had gone upstairs to her room and her little place. Her daughter went up too and said, Mother, give me an apple. Yes, my child, said the woman, and gave her a fine apple out of the chest. But the chest had a great heavy lid with a great sharp iron lock. Mother, said the little daughter, is brother not to have one too? Oh yeah, we definitely need to lock up the apples in a ye olde safe deposit box in the

bedroom. That's important. It's a weird situation. Continuing. This made the woman angry, but she said, yes, when he comes out of school, and when she saw from the window that he was coming, it was just as if the devil entered into her, and she snatched at the apple and took it away again from her daughter and said, "'You shall not have one before your brother.'"

Then she threw the apple into the chest and shut it. Then the little boy came in the door, and the devil made her say to him kindly, "'My son, will you have an apple?' And she looked wickedly at him. Mother, said the little boy, how dreadful you look. Yes, give me an apple. Okay, you look pretty murdery right now, but candy hasn't been invented and I really want that after this.

Well, I'm not trying to excuse it, but I feel like his tendency to respond to treats with snide remarks about her physical appearance has something to do with all that slapping and cuffing And he was all suspect then he was like, yeah, but I definitely want I still want to yeah Then it seemed to her as if she were forced to say to him Come with me and she opened the lid of the chest and said take out an apple for yourself and while the little boy was stooping inside, the devil prompted her and crash. She shut the lid down and his head flew off

and fell among the red apples. In the children's story I'm reading right now. Was he grabbing the apple with his mouth? Was he bobbing from it? He was bobbing, yeah. Then she was overwhelmed with terror and thought, if I could but make them think that it was not done by me. She went upstairs to her room to her chest of drawers and took a white handkerchief out of the top drawer and set the head on the neck again.

Like in Dumb and Dumber? Yes, like in Dumb and Dumber. And folded the handkerchief so that nothing could be seen. I feel like something could be seen. And she set him on a chair in front of the door and put the apple in his hand. Okay, do you guys think there was a moment where she was like trying to bounce and she kept falling and she was like Okay Pretty funny I

Get it though when I was a kid if I broke something I try to kind of like Put it back so the next person who touched it would think they chopped the head off. Yes With a presumably razor sharpened guillotine apple box lid this is very relatable I feel like somebody's gonna be like hey Why are all the apples bloody? We're in Germany Acunas Marlon came into the kitchen to her mother who was standing by the fire with a pan of hot water before her

Which she was constantly stirring round mother said Marlon brother is sitting at the door and he looks quite white and has an apple in his hand. I asked him to give me the apple. That's so diagonal. I asked him to give me the apple but he did not answer me and I was quite frightened. Yeah what she's not saying is that she shook him and then when his head fell off she too balanced it back on the neck and just like walked away whistling. Okay, alright so if this ends with everybody in the house thinking that they're the one that beheaded the kid and nobody trying to notice, this is my favorite fucking story ever. Okay, that would have been amazing. Spoiler, it's not what happens. I'm writing that fucking dibs on that story. Go back to him said her mother and if he will not answer you give him a box on the ear Just a light push I love my daughter so much. I'm setting her up for murder

So Marlin Shin went to him and said brother Give me the apple but he was silent and she gave him a box on the ear, on which his head fell down. Marlinschen was terrified and began- Oh my fucking god! Oh god! I fucking killed him! The brothers grim need to add Eli's talking in the background and screaming. Yeah. Marlin, she was terrified and began crying and screaming and ran to her

mother and said, alas, mother, I have knocked my brother's leg off. And she wept and wept and could not be comforted. Superhero origin story, huh? Marlinshin said the mother What have you done? But be quiet and let no one know it It cannot be helped now We will make him into black puddings

Oh my, we could eat him Why don't we just...what? That's a weird go to Then the mother took the little boy and chopped him into pieces Put him into the pan and made more traumatizing moment by moment by Made him into black puddings But Marlin shin stood by weeping and weeping because she's not a psychopath

Well, yeah, and all her tears fell into the pan and there was no need of any salt. Ha! Well, talk about fighting the bright side. So, Egg, do you guys think he tasted like peppermint? The red and white? Well, he always was curiously strong. I feel like Michelin Man should have been a little more suspicious that Mom had a murder dish recipe at the ready. Yes, right. Sure. a little more suspicious that mom had a murder dish recipe at the ready. Yes!

Then the father came home and sat down to dinner and said, but where's my son? And the mother served up a great dish of black puddings and Marlinschen wept and could not leave off. Then the father again said, but where is my son? I already answered that if you can believe that. One thing at a time I'm going to deal with Marlitch's hysterical weeping and his laugh. Ah, said the mother. He has gone across the country to his mother's great uncle. He will stay there a while." "'And what is he going to do there?

He did not even say goodbye to me.' "'Oh, he wanted to go and ask me if he might stay six weeks. He is well taken care of there.'" Now hush with the third degree and eat several dozen pounds of black pudding and ignore all the weeping from your daughter. There's a snitchin' chin over here. Heads will roll in this house. If this doesn't cut it out there's gonna be seconds. Well, Dad apparently thought it's fine. Ah, said the man. I feel so unhappy. It's not right what he's done.

He ought to have said goodbye to me. With that, he began to eat and said, Marlingen, why are you crying? Your brother will certainly come back. Then he said, Ah, wife, how delicious this food is. Give me some more. And the more he ate, the more he wanted to have. And he said, Give me some more and the more he ate the more he wanted to have and he said Give me some more you shall have none of it It seems to me as if it were all mine and he ate and ate and threw all the bones

Under the table until he had finished the whole you hear that everybody if you don't share you might eat your son yourself I just picture him pulling out his son's whole skeleton with skull like a cartoon everybody if you don't share you might eat your son yourself. I just pictured him pulling out his son's whole skeleton with skull like a cartoon cat eating a sardine. Well you would have figured he would start pulling out hand bones and shit going what is in the pudding. But Marlinschen went away to her chest of drawers and took her best silk handkerchief out of the bottom drawer and got all the bones from beneath the table and tied them up in her silk handkerchief. How fucking big was her handkerchief?

Pretty big, it appears. And she carried them outside the door, weeping tears of blood. Okay, Raven. Shut out. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha of blood. Then the juniper tree began to stir itself and the branches parted and moved together again just as if someone was rejoicing and clapping his hands. At the same time, a mist seemed to arise from the tree. That is the sound of clapping. Thank you, somebody. Who are we? Who's doing the foley here?

I'm doing the foley for the fire. Oh, is that mist? That was mist there? I was helping. And then somebody moved a saw back and forth. Is that my daughter in there? Yeah! Ha ha ha!

That was my one for the year. That was my one. It actually worked. It actually worked. Wow. All right. Mystic River fits for Juniper Tree. Noted.

Continuing. And in the center of the mist, it burned like a fire. And a beautiful bird flew out of the fire, singing magnificently. And he flew high up in the air. And when he was gone, the juniper tree was just as it had been before, and the handkerchief with the bones was no longer there. Marlinson, however, was as gay and happy as if her brother were still alive, and she went merrily into the house and sat down to dinner and ate.

But the bird flew away and lighted on a goldsmith's house and began to sing. And um, Eli, as I understand it, you got a BFA in bird noises at the most prestigious drama school in the country. Do you mind doing the honors of the bird song? Number one dream school. Thank you. I just I said I want to point out that a British chick won the NYC pigeon impersonation contest, so maybe you overpaid Okay the song of the bird my mother she killed me my father he ate me my sister little monitor

gathered together all my bones Tied them in a silken handkerchief laid them beneath the juniper tree. Kweet, kweet, what a beautiful bird am I. Okay, that was a really good, weird magic murder bird. I'm pretty impressed. Thank you. Alright, well fucking spoiler alert bird is about to ruin the whole fucking story, so before he can manage that, we're going to take a quick break for some Apropos of nothing. Hey, Jacob, Willem, you guys got a second? Of course!

Yeah! How is our favorite editor doing? Oh, pretty good. Pretty good. Um, hey, so I'm looking through this book of stories you guys gave me. Yeah? Yeah, there's a lot of um, a lot of murder in there. Oh yeah, well, it's old timey times.

Right, right, but people still love kids. I feel like people loved kids, right? Even in the old timey times? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Right. Well, probably. Anyway, my point is, do any of these stories have anything to do with the thumping I hear from your basement whenever I come over? You stay outside the basement. You never ask about Oh buddy, that's not gonna work. Hey Eli, whatcha doin'? Oh hey Heath, I'm just looking over Cecil's vacation itinerary. Okay wait, Cecil sent you his itinerary? No, but he sent it to his wife and I cloned her phone a couple of years ago.

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Man, he's been in his hotel room for a while. Hope he doesn't miss his walking tour. How do you- Air tag in his fanny pack. Got it, okay. Okay. And we're back when we last left off. A murdered child who has turned into a magical bird flew a goldsmith to sing a murder song is the introduction I've now given my friend Heath Enright. Heath, take it away. Thanks, cool. The goldsmith was sitting in his workshop making gold chain when he heard the bird,

which was singing on his roof, and very beautiful the song seemed to him. He stood up, but as he crossed the threshold, he lost one of his slippers, but he walked right up the middle of the street with one shoe on and one sock. He had his apron on and in one hand he had the gold chain and in the other his pincers and the sun was shining brightly on the street. Then he went right over and stood still and said to the bird, bird how beautifully you can sing. Sing me that piece again. Oh, please tell me the bird shit's on him. And the bird said, No, I'll not sing it twice for nothing.

Give me the golden chain and then I will sing it again for you. Weird that he wants bling for solving his own murder. There said the goldsmith. There is the golden chain for you. Now sing me that song again. Then the bird came and took the golden chain in his right claw and went and sat in front of the goldsmith and sang the song. My mother, she killed me, my father, she ate me, my sister, little Merlin, gathered together all of my bones, tied them in a silkken handkerchief laid them beneath the juniper tree

quee quee what a beautiful bird am I then the bird flew away to a shoemaker Eli get ready and lighted on his roof and sang the song my mother she killed me my father she ate me my sister little Merchant gathered together all my bones tethered in a silken handkerchief laid beneath the juniper tree quee quee what a beautiful bird and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh the shoemaker heard that and ran outside before even putting on sing. Then he called in at his door. Wife, just come outside. There is a bird. Look at the bird.

He can sing so well. Okay, not to be too pedantic about things, but I'm not sure the quality of the singing would be what amazed me about a bird singing a song in my own native tongue about a boy being murdered. In the first person, yeah. Yeah, it's like oh nice song bird a little pitchy though bro yeah yeah I feel like you're burying the lead

a bit here as well then he called his daughter and children and apprentices boys and girls and they all came up the street and looked at the bird and saw how beautiful he was and what fine red and green feathers he had. Not red and white? What the fuck? Yeah, just saying. Which guy? You could have it on theme. It's for Christmas. Jesus, you lazy fox.

And they saw how like real gold his neck was. Oh, that's the chain. And how his eyes. That's in his claw. Shone like stars. Bird, said the shoemaker. Now sing me that song again and the bird said I do not sing twice for nothing. Oh nah fuck it song wasn't that good I'm just

gonna pirate it. Yeah I feel like the bird asking for payment would be as impressive though right? You see what I'm saying though. W said the man, go to the garret on the top shelf. There stands a pair of red shoes. Bring them down. Then the wife went and brought the shoes there. Bird, said the man. Now send me that piece again. Then the bird came and took the shoes in his left claw

and flew back on the roof and sang the same song again. Bradley Cooper rolls down the window, traces the nose as the bird. And once he had sung it, he flew away. In his right claw he had the chain and the shoes in his left, and he flew far away to a mill. And the mill went clip clap clip clap clip did someone call and in the mill set 20 Miller's men hewing a stone and cutting hiccac hiccac hiccac and the mill went clip clap clip clap clip clap you couldn't think of a third

fucking noise thing you got a picture of parent whose kid is still not asleep. And the mill went Marlin's you know use that fuck. Then the bird went and sat on a lime tree which stood in front of the mill and the bird sang my mother she killed me. Then one of them stopped working my father. He ate me Then two more stopped working and listened to that. He's doing the worm now. You got a picture doing the one Marlin then four more stopped doing the robot gather together Now eight only we're hewing Five I'm trying to be the silk and handkerchief. Now eight only were hewing. My company. Now only five.

The general pantry. And now only one. Can we, can we win a portable beauty? Bye. Ha ha ha. The last five guys are all like, what was the first half of the song about? It's gotta be really awkward.

Everybody else is just wowed. And there's at least a couple of guys going, fucking what? Ha ha ha. Did you have to sing this a bunch of times and now you're super fast? I couldn't really hear all those things. Then the last stopped also and heard the last words. Bird, said he, how beautiful you sing. Let me too hear that. Sing that once more for me. And the bird said, "'Nay, I will not sing twice for nothing. Give me the millstone, and then I will sing again.' "'Yes,' said he, if it belonged to only me, you should have it.'

"'Yes,' said the others, if he sings again, he shall have it.' Then the bird came down, and the twenty millers, all set to work with a beam and raised the stone up. And the bird stuck his neck through the hole and put the stone on as if it were a collar and flew on to the tree again and sang the song again. Heavy. Okay, I got a necklace, shoes, 500 pound rock. Am I going for flavor?

Am I going for flavor? I feel like the fabled disabling power of having a millstone around your neck must be greatly exaggerated. I just obviously. And when he was done singing, he spread his wings and his right claw. He had the chain. You guys see this? The shoes. And round his neck neck the millstone. Fucking heavy. And he flew far away to his father's house.

I feel like mostly he rolled, but whatever. In the room sat the father, the mother, and Marlingen at dinner, and the father said, How lighthearted I feel, how happy I am. Now that my son is gone and I have no way to reach him and I just ate his body weight in pudding full of bones. Cholita la, oh what a glorious day. Nay, said the mother, I feel so uneasy, just as if a heavy storm were coming.

Foreshadowing, damn you! Marlinson, however, sat a heavy storm were coming. Foreshadowing day! Really? Marlinschen, however, sat weeping and weeping. OK, which makes the visual amazing, since Dad's like, boy, am I happy. It's such a digmove that the daughter's just in there openly weeping. And he's like, wow, this is a great day out, huh? And then came the bird flying.

And as it seated itself on the roof, the father said, "'Ah, I feel so truly happy, "'and the sun is shining so beautifully outside, "'I feel just as if I were about "'to see some old friend again.'" Now quit crying and fucking it up. Ha ha ha ha ha.

"'Nay,' said the woman, "'I feel so anxious, my teeth chatter, "'and I seem to have fire in my veins." And she tore her bodice open. I did not expect Grimm to be such a bodice ripper, right? But Marlingen sat in a corner crying and held her apron over her eyes and cried till it was quite wet. Then the bird sat on the juniper tree and sang,

My mother, she killed me! till it was quite wet. Then the bird sat on the juniper tree and sang, then the mother plugged her ears and shut her eyes and would not see her here. But there was a roaring in her ears like the most violent storm and her eyes burned and flashed like lightning. Ah, mother, says the man. That is a beautiful bird. He sings so splendidly, and the sun shines so warm, and there is a smell just like cinnamon." Weird reaction to that opening stanza, right? Okay, you guys still aren't getting it. Okay, my sister little Marlingen! Ha ha ha! Then Marlingen laid her head on her knees and wept without ceasing. But the man said,

I am going out. I must see the bird quite close. Alright, your mom's rolling around on the ground clutching her eyes and your organs are in your lap. I'm gonna do a lap of the block. Oh, don't go, said the woman. I feel as if the whole house were shaking and on fire. But the man went out and looked at the bird, and the bird sang the rest of the song.

And the man, being clinically stupid, still didn't get it. On this, the bird let the golden chain fall, and it fell exactly round the man's neck and so exactly round that it fitted beautifully. Then he went in and said, just look what a fine bird that is and what a handsome gold chain he has given me and how pretty he is. But the woman was terrified and fell down on the floor in the room and her cap fell off her head. Then sang the bird once more, My mother she can't be!

If only I were a thousand feet beneath the earth so as not to hear that. Spoiler alert, my father he hate me! Then the woman fell down again as if dead. My sister little Marlinchen! Ah! said Marlinchen. I too will go out and see if the bird will give me anything. And she went out. It is, after all, specifically singing my weird ass name. Get it together, all of my boats. Tie the minison, get heck out, Jeff.

Then he threw down the shoes. There you go, bitch. Lay them beneath the juniper tree, kweet Kweet, what a beautiful bird am I! Then she was light-hearted and joyous, and she put on the new red shoes, and danced and leaped into the house. Ah! said she. I was so sad when I went out, and now I am so light-hearted. That is a splendid bird. He has given me a pair of red shoes.

Moral of the story, take your little mental health walk, people. It's important. Well, said the woman, and sprang to her feet, and her hair stood up like flames of fire. I feel as if the world were coming to an end. I, too, will go out and see if my heart feels lighter." And as she went out the door, CRASH!

The bird threw down the millstone on her head and she was entirely crushed. Oh by the way, this is where the Brothers Grimm chicken out on the fucking onomatopoeia, right? Where's this fucking sploosher? They didn't have scrunch technology yet I guess the father and Marlin Shin heard what had happened and went out and smoke flames and fire were rising from the heaviness of the yeah what from the stone that was over there stood the little brother and he took his father

and Marlin Shin by the hand and all three were right glad And they went into the house for dinner and ate the end Any of that blood pudding left over you guys are gonna All right, so just to recap stepmom chopped off the son's head, propped it back on with a handkerchief, tricked the daughter into thinking she punched her brother's head off. Then mom ground up the corpse of the son and cooked him into a black pudding and fed it to the father, who loved it.

Then the daughter turned the bones of the dead brother into a magical bird. The bird got a gold chain and some red chews and a giant millstone, gave out two gifts and then smushed the stepmom to death. That's the story. So, what did we learn from this delightful allegory for children? Why World War I happened? Juniper. Alright, so if you had to summarize what you learned in one sentence, Heath, what would it be? Alright, let's just go ahead and keep tabs on Germany. I'm just to be sure. Eye on the price.

I'm cool recently, but like, I just keep tabs. You never know. And are you ready for the quiz? Ready. All right, Heath. This is what people wrote for kids before. A, the mud people invented entertainment. That is correct.

That's it. I said A and it was right. That's it. That's it. I said A, and it was right. That's it. That's it. All right, so I have a question for you, Heath. As people may have noticed, none of the nouns in your recap were juniper tree. So why the fuck was this story named after the juniper tree? A, there was originally a graphic sex part where the juniper tree fucked the first wife but Wilhelm cut it like Cecil cut in Eli's essays down.

B. Because in German juniper tree is Wachholderbaum, which is the shortest noun in the story in the German translation by 14 syllables. They should have named the daughter Wachholderbaum. Right? Yep. C. The same reason Chinatown is called Chinatown. I guess D Because the tree was the only thing in the story that a sane person wouldn't be offended by before it was oh

Gotta be D. It is in fact D. Yeah nice all right Heath What's the best name for a restaurant that serves only murdered little brothers hey? My God five year old guys Alright Heath, what's the best name for a restaurant that serves only murdered little brothers? A. Oh my god. Five year old guys. Jesus. Cause five guys burgers and fries? Yeah, mhm. That's close.

B. X. Us. Roadhouse. What? Texas Roadhouse. It used to be us. Now it's not.

It's X us. C. C. One br's pizza Nice it's got to be one bro's pizza that is correct nope all right well for it doesn't matter I had a different thing written so for finally getting some use out of his BFA Eli is this week's winner Alright, I want to a Noah essay next week. Alright mine will have pigeon noises as well.

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