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Struwwelpeter: Fearful Stories and Vile Pictures to Instruct Good Little Folks

Cover of Struwwelpeter: Fearful Stories and Vile Pictures to Instruct Good Little Folks.

An old book of German horror stories to frighten, erm, educate! kids. The rhymed stories are terrifying and illustrated, and I can still recall lots of the rhymes now. They include

  • The titular Struwwelpeter, a boy who refuses to cut or comb his hair or cut his nails, and is shunned.
  • The wicked Friedrich, who hurts people and animals, until he is bitten by a dog and has to stay in bed while the dog eats his food.
  • Pauline is left alone at home, and even though the cats warn her, she plays with matches, and she burns to death.
  • Three boys taunt a dark-skinned boy, and in turn get dunked in ink so that they look even darker.
  • Konrad is warned not to suck his thumbs. When he does it while his mother is away, a tailor appears and cuts off his thumbs with giant scissors. (These left an impression on me!)
  • Kaspar refuses to eat his soup for several days, and continues losing weight until he dies.
  • Philipp won’t sit still, and in the end knocks over the entire dinner table. His name is still used for children who fidget a lot: Zappelphilipp.
  • Hans has a habit of looking into the sky instead of where he’s going, so he falls into a river. He’s rescued, but his books float away, truly the worst fate.
  • Robert goes outside during a storm, which catches his umbrella and he flies away.

Honestly, as a kid I didn’t think anything about them – they’re not really more gruesome than a grandmother getting eaten by a wolf, or a witch baked in her own oven. But then, they were only in use for entertainment, and never as education, so I got off lightly.


Quotes

Und Minz und Maunz, die Katzen,
Erheben ihre Tatzen.
Sie drohen mit den Pfoten:
„Der Vater hat’s verboten!

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„Konrad!“ sprach die Frau Mama,
„Ich geh‘ aus und du bleibst da.
Sei hübsch ordentlich und fromm,
Bis nach Haus ich wieder komm‘.

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Ich esse meine Suppe nicht!
Nein, meine Suppe ess‘ ich nicht!

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