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A Very Grimm Fairy Tale

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Published as a picture book by Atheneum, New York, 2007, and also printed in an earlier version in Cricket, Oct.2000, and Australia’s School Magazine, June2001


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PREVIEW: TwoEyes is different from her sisters and others, because she has just two eyes.

GENRE: Folktales
CULTURE: German
THEME: Being different
AGES: 7–12
LENGTH: 1400 words

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Once there were three sisters who lived alone in a cottage in the woods. They had been there as long as they could remember, and they never saw anyone else.

Now, the oldest sister was no different from other people. Her name was OneEye. She had just one eye, right in the middle of her forehead.

The middle sister was also quite ordinary. Her name was ThreeEyes. She had one eye in her forehead, and one on each side of her face.

But the youngest sister was different. Her name was TwoEyes, and that’s just what she had.

Because TwoEyes was not like others, her older sisters were ashamed of her and picked on her all the time. They dressed her in ragged hand-me-downs and only let her eat leftovers.

Now, the sisters owned a goat, and every day TwoEyes took it to the meadow to graze. One morning, when she’d had hardly anything to eat, she sat in the grass and cried her two eyes out.

All at once, an old woman stood before her. But the biggest surprise was that this woman had two eyes, just like TwoEyes herself.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” asked the woman.

“It’s my sisters,” TwoEyes told her. “They never give me enough to eat.”

“Don’t worry about that!” said the woman. “You can have as much as you like. Just say to your goat,

‘Bleat, goat, bleat.

And bring me lots to eat!’

Then you’ll have plenty. When you don’t want any more, just say,

‘Bleat, goat, bleat.

I’ve had so much to eat!’

Then the rest will vanish. Just like this.”

And the old woman vanished—just like that.

TwoEyes couldn’t wait to try. She said to the goat,

“Bleat, goat, bleat.

And bring me lots to eat!”

The goat bleated, and a little table and chair appeared. The table was set with a tablecloth, plate, and silverware, and on it were dishes and dishes of wonderful-smelling food.

“This sure is better than leftovers!” said TwoEyes.

She sat down and started in hungrily. Everything tasted delicious. When she’d eaten her fill, she said,

“Bleat, goat, bleat.

I’ve had so much to eat!”

The goat bleated and the table vanished. “And that,” said TwoEyes, “is better than cleaning up!”

When TwoEyes got home, she didn’t touch her bowl of leftovers. Her sisters didn’t notice till she’d gone off to bed. Then ThreeEyes said, “Look! Our little sister didn’t eat anything!”

“That’s strange,” said OneEye. “Is someone else giving her food? I’ll go tomorrow and watch her.”

Next morning, when TwoEyes started out, OneEye said, “I’m coming along to make sure you tend the goat properly.” Then she followed TwoEyes to the meadow and kept a careful eye on her. So TwoEyes never got to use the old woman’s rhyme.

When they got home, TwoEyes ate her bowl of leftovers. Then she went off to the woods and cried her two eyes out.

The old woman appeared again. “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“It’s my sisters. The goat can’t bring me food, because OneEye is watching me.”

“Don’t worry about that!” said the woman. “You can stop her if you like. Just sing her this song.

‘Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?

Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?’

Keep singing that, and she’ll sleep soon enough.”

Then the old woman vanished.

Next morning, when TwoEyes went to the meadow, OneEye again went along. TwoEyes said, “Sister, let me sing to you.” And she sang to her over and over,

“Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?

Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?”

OneEye’s eyelid began to droop, and soon she was fast asleep. Then TwoEyes said to the goat,

“Bleat, goat, bleat.

And bring me lots to eat!”

The goat bleated, the table appeared, and TwoEyes ate her fill. Then she said,

“Bleat, goat, bleat.

I’ve had so much to eat!”

The goat bleated again, and the table vanished. Then TwoEyes shook her sister, saying, “Wake up, sleepyhead!”

When they got home, TwoEyes didn’t touch her leftovers. After she’d gone off to bed, ThreeEyes asked, “What happened?”

“How should I know?” said OneEye. “I fell asleep. If you think you can do better, then you go tomorrow.”

So next morning, when TwoEyes went to the meadow, ThreeEyes went along and kept three careful eyes on her. “Listen,” said TwoEyes, “and I’ll sing to you.” And she sang to her, over and over,

“Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?

Is your eye awake?

Is your eye asleep?”

As TwoEyes sang, the eye in her sister’s forehead went to sleep—but her other two eyes didn’t! ThreeEyes pretended, though, by closing them almost all the way and peeking through. She couldn’t quite hear what TwoEyes told the goat, but she saw everything.

That night, when TwoEyes had gone off to bed, OneEye asked, “What happened?”

“Our sister knows a charm to make the goat bring wonderful food,” said ThreeEyes. “But I couldn’t hear the words.”

“Then let’s get rid of the goat,” said OneEye. And they drove it off into the woods.

Next morning, OneEye told TwoEyes, “You thought you could eat better than your sisters, did you? Well, the goat is gone, so that’s that.”

TwoEyes went down to the stream and cried her two eyes out. Again the old woman appeared. “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“It’s my sisters. The song didn’t work on ThreeEyes. She saw everything, and now they’ve chased away the goat.”

“Silly girl! That charm was just for OneEye. For ThreeEyes, you should have sung,

‘Are your eyes awake?

Are your eyes asleep?’

But don’t worry about that. Here, take this seed and plant it in front of your cottage. You’ll soon have a tall tree with leaves of silver and apples of gold. When you want an apple, just say,

‘Apple hanging on the tree,

I am TwoEyes. Come to me!’

It will fall right into your hand.”

Again the old woman vanished. TwoEyes went home and waited till her sisters weren’t looking, then dug a small hole and planted the seed.

The next morning, a tall tree stood before the cottage with leaves of silver and apples of gold. TwoEyes found her sisters gaping at it in astonishment.

All at once, ThreeEyes cried, “Look! A man!”

Riding toward them was a knight in full armor, his visor over his face.

“Quick!” said OneEye. “Hide our little sister!” So they lowered an empty barrel over TwoEyes.

“Good morning, ladies,” the knight said as he rode up. “Beautiful tree you have there. I would dearly love to have one of those apples. In fact, I would grant anything in my power to the lady who first gave me one.”

The two sisters gasped. They scrambled over to the tree and jumped up and down, trying to grab the apples. But the branches just lifted themselves higher, so the apples were always out of reach.

Meanwhile, TwoEyes raised her barrel just a little and kicked a stone so it rolled over to the knight.

“That’s odd,” he said. “That stone seems to have come from that barrel. Does anyone happen to be in there?”

“Oh no, sir,” said OneEye, “not really. Just our little sister.”

“She’s different,” said ThreeEyes, “so we can’t let anyone see her.”

“But I want to see her,” said the knight. “Young lady, please come out!”

So TwoEyes lifted off the barrel.

“My word!” said the knight. “She’s the loveliest young lady I’ve ever seen!” He raised his visor for a better look.

“Oh no!” screamed OneEye and ThreeEyes together. “Two eyes!”

Sure enough, the knight had two eyes, just like their sister.

“Dear lady,” said the knight, “can you give me an apple from that tree?”

“Of course!” said TwoEyes. Standing under it, she said,

“Apple hanging on the tree,

I am TwoEyes. Come to me!”

An apple dropped right into her hand, and she gave it to the knight.

“My thanks!” he said. “And now I will grant anything in my power.”

“Well, to start with,” said TwoEyes, “you can take me away from these horrid, hateful sisters!”

So the knight took TwoEyes back to his castle. And since they had so much in common—after all, they both had two eyes—you can be sure they lived happily ever after.

As for OneEye and ThreeEyes, day after day they stood under that tree and repeated their sister’s words.

“Apple hanging on the tree,

I am TwoEyes. Come to me!”

But the apples never fell for them, and they never did figure out why.


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For the old woman’s sleeping song, any tune will work, but here’s the one she taught TwoEyes.

The Old Woman’s Song
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Is your eye awake? Is your eye asleep?

Ever have trouble sleeping? Then you can use the old woman’s song on yourself! Just be sure to say the right words. Here they are, for anyone with two or more eyes.

Are my eyes awake?

Are my eyes asleep?

This telling is based loosely on “OneEye, TwoEyes, and ThreeEyes,” number 130 in the tales of the Brothers Grimm. For a different version, from the Ukraine in Eastern Europe, see One Eye, Two Eyes, Three Eyes: A Hutzul Tale, retold by EricA. Kimmel, illustrated by Dirk Zimmer, Holiday House, New York, 1996.

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Read the book!

OneEye! TwoEyes! ThreeEyes!
A Very Grimm Fairy Tale
Told by Aaron Shepard
Illustrated by Gary Clement


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