The Cobbler And The Fairies | A Soft Bedtime Story for Kids

It's Stefania and we've got another story for you.

This one is called.

The cobbler?

And the fairy.

The cobbler is a person whose work is making shoes.

Or repairing shoes.

Things that have to do with shoes,

Boots,

Those kind of footwear things.

And this is the story.

Of one such person.

The cobbler and the ferry.

There once was a cobbler who worked hard at his trade,

And yet never seemed to get on in the world.

One evening.

He took his last piece of leather and cut out a pair of shoes.

And laid the pieces neatly on his bench,

Expecting to finish them in the morning.

Yeah.

Said he to his wife.

That is my last.

.

.

Piece of leather,

And I will have no money to buy more.

Until those shoes are made and sold.

The next morning.

He went to his shop early.

To begin work,

But What was his surprise?

To find it in the night?

The pieces had been made into a fine pair of shoes.

He took them up.

And examine them?

There was not a fault to be found with them.

It was indeed much better work than the cobbler would have done.

Not even the king's shoemaker could have done better.

The cobbler set the shoes out where they could be seen,

And he soon had a customer for them.

This customer was a very rich man.

This is a very fine pair of shoes.

Said the rich man after he examined them.

I will take them.

And you may make me two more bears.

He then paid the cobbler well and went away,

Carrying the shoes with him.

The coupler was ready to dance with joy.

He hurried out and brought more leather,

And by evening,

He had cut out two more pairs of shoes.

He left those pieces lying on the bench.

As before.

When he came to the shop the next morning,

He found both pairs finished and standing side by side.

On the bench.

And they were just as well made as the other bear.

The rich man was delighted with him.

He bought a friend to shop with him,

Who also ordered two pairs of shoes.

So it went on.

Zoom.

The cobbler.

Had all the customers he could attend to.

And they paid high prices for his shoes,

For they were better than could be bought anywhere else.

Let the car blow.

Huzzled.

Puzzle?

About who was helping him.

No matter.

How Ladies Set Up.

Nor how early he woke in the morning.

He never saw anyone.

And he never heard a sound.

At last.

He determined.

He would watch all night and find out who was doing the work.

So when his wife went off to bed,

He hid himself behind some clothes that were hanging in the corner.

And stay.

And still.

.

.

As a mouse.

No one would have known There was anybody in the room.

The moon shone in at the window.

And all the house was still.

Suddenly.

He saw two little brown ferrymen there in the room,

But where they came from he could not tell.

It was cold weather outside,

But neither of them had on coats or shoes or trousers.

They picked up the pieces of leather and looked at them.

Then they sat down.

Cross-legged.

And begin to work.

They fit it.

And so.

And hammered so fast that in a short time,

All of the shoes were done.

The two little men set them in a row on the bench.

And nodded to each other.

As though they were world-pleased.

And then they went in as they came.

Without a sound.

And the car blue could not tell what had become of them.

The next day.

The cobbler told his wife all that he had seen the night before.

And the two talked it over for a long time.

We ought to do something to show our gratitude to the little men.

Said the wife.

How would it be?

If I made a little shirt and a suit for each of them?

And you can make them each a pair of shoes?

To this,

The cobbler agreed.

He went out and bought some fine clothes and gambrick and buttons,

And also some soft,

Thin leather.

Then his wife set to work and made two little shirts and two little suits all complete,

Even to the pockets and buttonholes.

And the cobbler made two tiny pairs of shoes.

When I was finished,

They laid the clothes Out on the bench.

And that night.

.

.

They left the light burning.

And hid themselves.

In the corner Behind the clothes.

What would.

.

.

The clock ticked on.

Suddenly,

They saw the two little brown men there in the room,

Moving quietly about.

Though how they had come in,

Neither the cobbler nor his wife knew.

The little man went to the bench where the leather was generally laid out.

And there.

Instead.

Of leather.

Peace.

Were the two little suits of clothes.

And the two little pairs of shoes.

The brownies took up the clothes piece by piece.

And examine them.

They held them up.

And earn them this way.

And that.

Last of all,

They put the clothes on,

And they fit it exactly.

Then they begin to dance with glee and joy and sing,

How fine we be,

How fine we be,

Now we will never work again.

So,

Singing,

They danced about over the tables and chairs and benches and so on.

Out into the night.

And they never.

.

.

We're seeing again.

But the cobbler prospered.

And in time.

Became a very rich.

.

.

That's our story.

He was awarded for his kindness.