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The Pied Piper of Hamelin

Once upon a time there was a town called Hamelin. Hamelin was a prosperous town. It was a
port town on the River Weser.
Barges full of corn would come down the River Weser and unload at Hamelin. There were silos
full of corn in Hamelin.
Barges full of wheat would come up the River Weser and unload at Hamelin. There were silos
full of wheat in Hamelin.
With the silos full of corn and wheat came mills for grinding the corn and wheat, bakeries for
baking bread and cakes, shops for selling the bread and cakes and of course people for eating.
The people were so prosperous and busy loading and unloading, milling, baking and eating that
they didn’t notice all the litter and rubbish that was accumulating in the streets. And of course
with the rubbish came the rats.
There were rats everywhere in Hamelin – rats in the corn silos, rats in the wheat silos, rats in the
bakeries, rats in the shops, rats in the streets, and rats in the houses. The rats bred and grew and
grew and bred and soon there were so many rats that life became quite miserable for the citizens
of Hamelin. They couldn’t bake a cake, take a bath, or sleep in their beds without the rats joining
in to. The rats even nibbled on the ears of babies sleeping in their cots.
Something had to be done.
The people of Hamelin made their way to the Town Square and knocked on the big brass doors
of the Town Hall and demanded to know what the Lord Mayor was doing about the rats. The
Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and gold chains and made a speech.
“Good citizens of Hamelin you may rest assured that what needs to be done is being done. Don’t
you worry about that.”
The good citizens of Hamelin weren’t too sure about that but they went home to their houses to
see what would be done. But nothing was done. There was just as much rubbish in the streets and
just as many rats in the mills, the bakeries, the shops and the houses. In fact there were more rats.
The rats kept growing and breeding and breeding and growing and eating and eating and eating.
They ate anything they could get their teeth on. Nothing or no one was safe from the rats.
The people were angry and marched to the Town Square and pounded on the big brass doors and
to know exactly what the Lord Mayor was going to do. When no Lord Mayor appeared on the
balcony. The people started to chant –
“No rats!” “No rats!” “No rats!” “No rats!”
Finally the Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and gold chains and
announced somewhat nervously that he had a definite plan of action.
“Good citizens of Hamelin you will pleased to know that I, the Lord Mayor, have given orders
that a large hole in the ground will be dug on the outskirts of Hamelin and into that hole will be
swept all of the rubbish in the streets and all of the rats that can be found and killed. Soon
Hamelin will be clean and clear of rats.”
Soon the large hole in the ground was full of stinking rubbish and the bodies of dead rats and
hurriedly covered over with dirt. But it was not enough there were too many rats in too many
hiding places all over the town and too much food for them in the silos and bakeries and shops
and houses and they grew and bred and bred and grew just as fast as before. And now with the
rats came a plague of fleas. And with the fleas came a strange sickness. Some children and old
people had already died. A plague was on Hamelin!
As you can imagine the people of Hamelin were even angrier. They marched once more to the
town square. Each of them carried with them a dozen dead rats as proof of the failure of the Lord
Mayors plan. They threw the rats in a pile in the middle of the square and from a pole they hung
an effigy that looked remarkably like the Lord Mayor in his black robes and his gold chains.
They started chanting –
“No Rats or no Mayor!” “No Rats or no Mayor!” “No Rats or no Mayor!”
When the Lord Mayor did come out on his balcony he was surrounded by his Councillors and he
announced rather nervously that the council had, in view of the rather desperate situation, agreed
to offer a magnificent reward of one thousand gold guilders to any person who could rid the
town of the rats.
The very next day a stranger appeared in Hamelin. He was different to everyone else. His clothes
were colourful and seemed to come from many different places. He wore a hat covered with
feathers and shells and bones. From a long scarf hung a silver pipe.
The stranger followed the carts up from the port and he saw the silos full of corn and the silos
full of wheat and the mills and bakeries and shops and houses and people and rubbish and the
rats.
He walked quietly to the Town Square and knocked on the big brass doors of the Town Hall. He
told the Mayor and his councillors that for a thousand gold guilders he could rid Hamelin of the
rats that infested it. The Mayor enthusiastically agreed and the Pied Piper stepped outside.
He stood in the Square and looked quietly around. He took a deep breath and blew a note on his
silver pipe that spoke to the rats of far off places, of woods and forests and rocks and mountains.
He blew another note that spoke to the rats of foxes and wolves and hawks and eagles. He blew a
third note and all of the rats in Hamelin started to scurry towards the Pied Piper. They scurried
out of doors, out of windows, out of drains and out of holes. They scurried down the lanes and
streets towards the square. Now the Pied Piper started to play a dancing tune and he danced out
of the square and the rats followed along behind. They moved out of the town and towards the
port. At the river side the Piper stopped and he placed just one toe in the water and, as he
continued playing, the rats continued dancing across the wharves and into the river. Rats by their
thousands danced out of the town, across the wharves and splashed into the river where they
were drowned. When the last one had disappeared beneath the waters of the Weser the Pied
Piper stopped.
He stood quietly looking at the water for a while and then turned and walked back to the Town
Square. The good people of Hamelin were celebrating the victory against the rats. At last they
were free of the pestilence. The Lord Mayor and all of his Councillors were up on their balcony
slapping each other on the back and making speeches. The Pied Piper waited for a quiet space
and asked for his one thousand gold guilders.
The Mayor called out so everyone could hear, “A thousand gold guilders? How could you have
possibly earned a thousand guilders? Why. Everyone saw how, while the rats were drowning
themselves in the river, all you did was dance about and play on that silly little pipe of yours.
Here be satisfied with forty guilders and think your self lucky at that.”
To the shame of the people of Hamelin they agreed with their Mayor and laughed at the Pied
Piper as he walked quietly out of the town.
The next day was a religious feast and all of the adults were in the church as he walked back into
the town. He stood quietly for a while in the Town Square and they took a breath and played a
note that spoke to the children of far away places, clean air and sparking rivers. He blew another
note that spoke to the children of fun and games and whales and dolphins and bright coloured
parrots. He blew a third note and all of the children started to run and jump and skip out of the
houses towards the Town Square. As they ran and jumped and skipped towards him the Pied
Piper started to dance out of the square towards the port.
The adults in the church heard all of the children go past and they rushed out of the church to see
what was happening. They called out to the children to stop and to come back but it was like they
could no longer hear their parents’ voices. The parents were relieved when they saw the Pied
Piper turn away from the river and dance with the children towards the mountain. Their relief
turned to horror though when a small door appeared in the side of the mountain and first the Pied
Piper and then the children started to run and jump and skip inside.
The parents ran up to stop them but it was too late. All of the children bar one boy who was
hopping along on crutches and couldn’t keep up disappeared inside the mountain and the small
door slammed shut so tightly that no one could tell exactly where it had been.
The people raced up with shovels and picks and started furiously digging holes in the mountain
side but it was all to no avail.
The small boy on crutches tried to tell them of the sounds of far away places, clean air and
sparking rivers and fun and games and whales and dolphins and bright coloured parrots but no
one seemed able to hear.
In time the people got over their shock and life started to go on again. Barges full of corn came
down the River Weser and unloaded at Hamelin. Soon there were silos full of corn once again in
Hamelin.
Barges full of wheat came up the River Weser and unloaded at Hamelin. There were silos full of
wheat once again in Hamelin but they never forgot the Pied Piper and they always paid their
debts in full and on time.

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