Grimm's Story Retake

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Summary: It's a story of a man named Premislaus who uses trickery and his cunning ways to get what he wants. When he travels on his journey however, a man named St. Peter tries to help him avoid making bad decisions and teach him the way to go. When he fails to change the man, he finally submits and gives the man a bag that lets him wish whatever he wants into it. Then, in the end when he finds the door to heaven and hell, he has unexpected surprises behind them. He finally realizes his mistakes and changes who he is, it was his last chance. He uses one last trick, and St. Peter accepts the trick and finally accepts him as a friend. This made Premislaus lead himself to happiness with his own choice. They both live eternally in the place that the audience would never expect Premislaus to go.

Grimm’s Remade Story of Brother Lustig

By Nicholas Elizalde

There was once a battle fought, and in the end, many soldiers had to be laid-off, because the government had lost the funds to keep a large army. This was a year later on in 2100 in a far off land where technology was limited, and there were no computer based terminals. A man named Premislaus was dismissed from the army, because he was low ranked and they couldn’t afford to keep him. He was only given a hundred dollars to live off of for a while and he left with that. This was the start of his journey to vast wealth, but great trials.

 

St. Peter, an angel, was awaiting to challenge this man’s cunning and tricky wits. This angel would guide and teach him to change his ways. Though, we would soon find out, what we changed in Premislaus. The journey Premislaus would start began from here. 

 

St. Peter changed himself into the form of a beggar and awaited the man in a nearby town. When Premislaus came passing by, St. Peter begged. “Please kind sir, lend me some money for me to eat, I have barely made it through a whole week with very little I am given.” Premislaus said, “I have nothing for you but this small amount of money that I have to live on. I will have to beg if I waste all of it, but here is some money if you need it more than me.”

 

He took out twenty-five dollars and gave the man the money as he said. Then he went onwards after being thanked for his kindness. St. Peter, however, appeared later on his path again as a different beggar. He begged for money the same as before. 

 

Premislaus spoke the same thing, and gave him twenty-five dollars as he had done before. St Peter thanked him again, and went into another shape, later appearing in the man’s way as a beggar again. Premislaus gave him the same third 25 dollars again, and was thanked. He went onwards, leaving him with only the same amount he had given each beggar.

 

Premislaus went to a restaurant and spent his remaining money on a meal, and then he explored onwards to wherever he wished to go. St. Peter, who was now in the form a laid-off soldier similar to Premislaus, spoke to him. He said, “Fine day isn’t it, can’t you give me some money to eat? I have run out of the money given to me.” Premislaus replied, “I have nothing to give, I have been laid off and I gave 75 dollars to beggars, and then used the rest on my meal. My pockets are empty, but, if you want, we can beg together.”

 

“No,” St. Peter answered to him, “we don’t need to do that. I know about medicine and we can earn as much as we want doing that.” Premislaus had no experience with medicine, and he told the man, “I have no training in medicine. I’m just a man who was given a gun and training and learned to shoot for the most part.” This left him with only the option to beg, seeming as he had no other way for a source of income. “Come with me,” St. Peter offered, “and if I earn something, then you can have half the pay.”

 

Premislaus agreed and went off with the strange man. They ventured onwards, coming to a stop every now and then living off what they could. They ate animals that were small, and fished for food at rivers at points. Until one day, they came across a middle aged woman’s home. They heard cries and wailing. They knocked on the door and a wife answered in tears. She asked why they came, and St. Peter had asked if she needed help. The woman said through her crying, “My husband is on his deathbed and he is very ill.” 

 

The woman was crying and weeping loudly shortly after, and St. Peter told her to be silent, and he could heal her husband. She was in disbelief, but she had no other choice to help her husband, since he was close to death. “I will make the man well,” said St. Peter. He took an ointment out of his pocket and rubbed it on the man. It miraculously healed the sick man in moments, and the man rose up, perfect in health and walked around without any sort of aftereffects. 

 

It surprised the family. They offered gifts, but St. Peter rejected them. Premislaus took advantage of this situation and told him to take something. The woman finally left and came back with a fully grown pig she raised. St. Peter still did not accept this. Premislaus poked St. Peter, and said, ”Take the animal for food and don’t be a fool to reject such a delicious food source in a while.” St. Peter at last accepted the pig, but he wouldn’t carry it. He told Premislaus, “If we take it, then you are going to carry it.” Premislaus brushed himself off and picked up the pig with ease. He had no problem with carrying a simple pig.

 

They departed and entered the woods nearby the city they came from. Premislaus grew tired of carrying the pig and was hungry. He pointed out a place they could cook it and make a fire. Peter said, “You could cook the pig, but I will have nothing to do with the cooking process. If you want to cook, there is a kettle and I will walk in the meantime. You must not eat until I come back, because I will return when the time is right.” Premislaus rushed him to start going on his walk, so he could get to eating faster and start cooking the pig.

 

St. Peter had been away for a while, and Premislaus had finally finished cooking the pig. He looked at the heart of the pig he had finished cooking, and wondered what it tasted like. He took a bite of it, and then he ate it all, because it tasted a little good. At last, St. Peter returned moments after, proclaiming Premislaus may eat the whole pig, but he would eat the heart. 

 

Premislaus took a knife and fork, and pretended to look upon the pig meat with a hungry look on his face, but didn’t find the heart. “Where can it be,” asked the apostle. Premislaus replied, “I do not know, but look, we are fools to look for the heart in a pig, when it has no heart.”  “Oh.” St. Peter said, “That is something new. Every animal has a heart, but why does a pig not have one?” “Be assured,” Premislaus said, “a pig has no heart. Just consider it and you’ll soon find out it really doesn’t have one.”  “It’s alright,” said St. Peter, “if there’s no heart then I’ll let you have the whole pig. Go ahead and eat it alone.” “What I can’t finish, I’ll carry it in my backpack,” said Premislaus. He ate half the pig’s meat and put the rest in his backpack for a later time. 

 

As they went further on their journey, they came to a stream. It was small at first, but soon it would grow. St. Peter told him to go first, but Premislaus declined telling him to go first. If the water was too deep, he could stay behind and let St. Peter get carried away. Then St. Peter strode through it with ease, going only knee deep. When Premislaus started to go through it, the water reached to his throat, because the tide had rose all of a sudden. He was crying for the man to help him.

 

St Peter turned around and told him, “Then will you confess that you ate the pig’s heart.” Premislaus still rejected that he had ate it. Then the water grew as he kept crossing, some water getting into his mouth. He cried for help once again, but St. Peter merely told him the same thing he said before. “You will confess that you ate the pig’s heart?” St. Peter asked. Premislaus still continued to say he had not ate it. St. Peter, being the kind man he was, did not want the man to drown, so he had the water sink down and helped the man through it.

 

They journeyed onwards again, and came to a new city where they heard the mayor’s daughter had been sick and was on her deathbed. Premislaus looked toward St. Peter and told him if they healed her, they would be provided for life.

 

St. Peter was not like Premislaus though, and took his time. Premislaus urged him to hurry, so they could save the poor daughter that was dying. St. Peter only went slower and slower. Premislaus did all he could, from pushing him to carrying the man, but when they got there the daughter was dead. “We were too late,” said Premislaus, “and it’s all because of your snail pace.”

 

“Just be quiet,” answered St. Peter, “I can do more than cure the sick. I can bring the dead back to life.” “Well, if you can do that, then we can earn a lot of money just by bringing someone back from the dead” said Premislaus They went over to the city hall and went up to the mayor himself that was grieving with family and friends. So St. Peter talked to the man and spoke that he could revive the daughter. They took her inside to a room where only three of them were alone, and St. Peter took out a kettle and some water he had taken from the river. He told everyone to leave the room, but Premislaus was the only one who could stay. He started the process by chopping the dead body limb by limb, making sure that the bones were safe. He put them all into a kettle, and waited for the flesh to fall off. After a short while he took the white bones out and laid them on it. Then he spoke three times, ‘holy trinity, dead woman, arise.’ The third time, the daughter arose, living with her body back to normal again. 

 

The mayor, with his heart enlightened by the miracle, asked St. Peter what he wanted for this great deed. Even if it were all his life savings, or a job on the council he would give it. St. Peter did what he usually did and rejected to have any reward given to him. Premislaus wanted something to take however, but St. Peter still rejected any offer. The mayor looked at Premislaus, and thought of giving the reward to him. He had not seen what Premislaus did during the operation, but he must have helped somehow thought the mayor. The mayor went over to the bank on Premislaus’s request and filled Premislaus’s backpack with tens of thousands of dollars from his own savings for his daughter’s revival.

 

They went on their way, and when they came to a crossroad St. Peter divided the money. However, Premislaus wondered why he had divided it into thirds, since there were two of them. St. Peter said, “There is one share for me, one share for you, and one share for the one who ate the pig’s heart.”

 

“I ate it,” replied Premislaus and swiped the third of the money. You can trust me when I say that. St. Peter stared and asked him, “There is no heart in a pig, as you said.” “What can you be thinking,” Premislaus said, “they have hearts like every other animal. Why should a pig be so different?” St. Peter sighed and told the man, “Keep the money to yourself. I no longer find you as suitable company. I will go my way and leave you now.” They both said their farewells and parted down different paths.

 

Premislaus thought, it’s a good thing he has left, because he is too strange for my liking. He had enough money for him to live his life, but the problem is that he had nothing much to do with it. He gave it away, spent it, and as time went by, he had ran out of money. One day, he arrived in a country one day where the president’s daughter was dead. 

 

He thought it was great timing, since he could try and bring her back to life again. St. Peter had brought someone back to life. He could do it as well he thought, and he would become rich again. He went to the president after a long process of people and offered to revive the girl. The president heard of a mayor’s daughter being brought back to life by a man, so he thought this was the man doing it. At first, he doubted this man was a demon or angel of some sort. Without much confidence, he asked many of the doctors and assistants if his daughter is truly dead, so that nothing bad would happen if she still had a chance of being alive.

 

After some time passed, he gave him a chance, and Premislaus told them to bring a kettle and water like St. Peter once had done. He told everyone to leave and did the same process St. Peter did. He cut off her limbs, threw it into the pot until her flesh fell off, took out her bones, but there was one problem. He forgot how to arrange them. He confused them and put them here and there. Then he said three times, ‘In the name of the most holy trinity, dead maiden, I bid you arise.’ Then the mixed up skeleton arose, and it turned out that her body parts were all over the place. The skin had been deformed in parts where the bones clashed. The man had messed up, and this was his mistake for witchcraft.

 

When Premislaus yelled at the ugly monstrosity he had reawakened, St. Peter came through the window in the same form he was before, but with glasses and a beard. He took off the fake beard and put his glasses in his pocket. He told the man, “godless man, what are you doing? How can she be her normal self when you threw her bones in confusion.” Premislaus told him, “I have done the best I can, why isn’t it working right?” St. Peter offered to fix the girl instead, but Premislaus could not accept any gift the president offer him or demand anything.

 

St. Peter killed the woman once again, and redid the whole process. This time it was in the correct order, and he raised the girl back to life as the previous, with her body back to normal. St. Peter went away, leaving the man alone. Premislaus was happy to finally have this done, and went out, thinking wether or not he should take anything from the president.

 

The president offered the man whatever he wished, but he accepted nothing. With hints and tricks though, he pointed the president into filling his backpack filled with hundreds of thousands of dollars. As he was walking out, St. Peter stood by the doorway, staring at the man blankly. He asked the man, “Why do you still disobey me, did I not tell you not to take anything, but you have a backpack full of money.” St. Peter told him, “If you do this kind of thing again, you will suffer greatly.” Premislaus wasn’t scared, and he told St. Peter that he had all the money he needed and there was no point in doing this again. So, St. Peter told the man, “Whatever you wish for, it will appear inside the backpack. Now don’t do anything stupid again, we won’t be meeting anymore. I also expect you not to want anything more than what you wish in the bag.” Then Premislaus was on his way, ignoring the magic he had been given.

 

He traveled along with his money, and did exactly what he had done before, wasting everything until he had very little, and spent it on one last meal that he could afford. When eating at a restaurant, he smelled fried chicken from the kitchen, peeping over and seeing that the restaurant had some in the oven. 

 

At that moment, he realized that his backpack was magical as St. Peter had told him. He went outside to test this out, and wished for the fried chicken into his backpack. After a moment, he opened it and there they were, drumsticks of fried chicken, the ones from the oven he had wanted. He went away to the meadow and ate some of them.

 

Two travelers came shortly after, weary and hungry. When they saw Premislaus, they asked if they could have some. He had no need for the rest, and he had had some before they came. He gave the two travelers the rest of the meal, and they traveled back toward the restaurant. The manager came out of the restaurant yelling at the two travelers that they were thieves. They wondered why, because they had taken it from a man in the meadow. They told the manager, and he thought it was a lie, and punished them by sending them away without serving them. The workers had been watching Premislaus and he left like an honest man with the fried chicken still in the oven at the time. 

 

Premislaus went his way where a hotel had been, and had asked to spend the night there. The landlord said there is no room left here, all the people have moved into here. There are ghosts in the hotel a few blocks away from here. So, Premislaus, being the somewhat not caring man he is, told him where the hotel was and if he could go there. The landlord said he could have the key to the hotel and go sleep there. So the man went over to the hotel and took the first room he found. He thought that if others have tried this, then he would try too. When he went to sleep, he had felt like nothing could go wrong, since it was so quiet. In the middle of the night however, sounds were made all over the room. 6 ghosts came out of the walls, and moved into objects, hitting him with them.

 

Premislaus grew angry, crying for them to stop or else he would get back at them. He fought the objects with a broken chair’s handle. He kept them at bay, wacking back and forth at the items. He hit the mirror, a desk, and the pillows that came at him. There was even a lamp he had broken from the ghost coming at him like a baseball that he hit like a bat. At last, he got backpack and held it out, wishing for the ghosts to be trapped within it. With luck, he zipped the bag up, the ghosts now stuck inside the backpack, unable to escape the magical property. 

 

He returned to his sleep again, setting the backpack aside and sleeping until morning. The landlord and a few other people came to spy on the man, to see if he were still alive. To their surprise, he was still alive. “You may live in this hotel again once more,” Premislaus spoke, “the ghosts will no longer haunt you again.” The landlord thanked him, and the people gave him gifts and begged him to be their bodyguard. Premislaus declined, because he liked to journey places. He took their gifts and went back on his adventure. 

 

On his way, he stopped off at the headquarters of the ghostbusters. He told them there were ghosts in his backpack, and they went over to a room where they would all catch the ghosts at once. When they opened the backpack, they fired their charged particle beam with their proton gun. They made the ghosts move mostly into their traps and kept them in their collection where they kept most ghosts from escaping. One ghost however, escaped with damage done to him. He had gone back all the way to hell to report this situation to the higher devils.

 

So Premislaus traveled once again, without any troubles, and met many people along the way. Those who knew him, could easily tell a story about him. Finally, he came to a stop, being an old man, and he saw a hermit. The man was pious, greatly religious, and had been a man who knew death. Premislaus told him, “I am tired and want to behave as I would so I could enter the kingdom of heaven.” The hermit answered him clearly, “There are two roads you may take. The easy and simple road, which takes you to hell, or the rough and narrow road that leads you to heaven.” Premislaus thought about it for a while and came to the conclusion that if he took the rough road he would be a fool. There was no need to go down a rough road for something like that. 

 

Premislaus set out on the road to hell, just like the beginning of his journey, it was with ease. At some point, he came to a large black door that had the whispering of flames behind it. He knocked quickly on the door, to avoid if the fire had heated the door as well. He didn’t want to burn his hands on accident. When the door was opened, behold, it was the ghost who escaped that was the doorkeeper. Never had a being closed a door so fast, and locked it. The ghost ran up to the devils around, and told them, “If you value your life you will not open the door to that man. He has a backpack that can easily put hell into it. I was once put in it, and it was a horrible experience that almost killed me like my brothers.”

 

After time had passed, they told Premislaus that he should go away, because he was not welcome to enter hell. He thought if he cannot enter hell, then he would find his place in heaven. 

 

Taking the rough and dangerous road, he faced hills, venomous reptiles, jungles, and getting lost here and there. The road had taken an awfully long time to pass through, and in the end he came to the door of heaven. St. Peter was sitting as the doorkeeper, and Premislaus recognized the angel at once. An old friend he thought, this will make it easier to get into heaven. St. Peter asked, “Why should you enter heaven, when you have done no good?” Premislaus answered, “Let me in brother, for I have nowhere else to go.” St. Peter did not let him in, but Premislaus thought of a new way to get into heaven.

 

“Take your backpack back, for I have no more use for it,” Premislaus told. St. Peter took the backpack through the door, and closed it shut. Premislaus had finally learned his ways that trickery did not really get anyone anywhere. That if he were to trick someone, it should be for the good of others, not his selfish desire. His want for money was unfulfilling and it left him bored. There was no happiness in truly having the money, he had only given most of it away to begin with. He had no use in having money anymore, and he knew from this point on he was a new man. 

 

With this last trial, he decided to do one last trick. He knew St. Peter could read his mind at this moment, and knew what he had learned. Premislaus wished himself into the backpack, hoping for one last chance. The zipper opened over the man, inside such the large space in the backpack, that had kept him inside. Premislaus climbed out into heaven, and St. Peter stood in front of him. He asked, “What have you learned through your life of cunning tricks, and foolish mistakes?”

 

Premislaus answered him, “Trickery was a benefit to my life, but it was of no use to me, if I had almost everything. I find it that I learned from my life, and those who could tell stories of me, will teach others that trickery may get them far, but they will soon learn it’s useless. There is no need to be rich, if you have no point in doing so. I found that out, and that I have made many mistakes taking from people when there’s no need to.”

 

Premislaus could have rejected any gifts, survived in the wild like the beginning of his journey. He could even have stayed within the void between heaven and hell, forever traveling in the middle. Though, like most people wouldn’t notice, there’s that one last chance to change. That one difference, could change your whole being, and it can show you an even better life you could have lived. He took that last chance, and it left him eternally in heaven. 

 

With St. Peter as his new friend, they would speak of his life, and he would tell the man of the funny stories with his trickery and wishes. They would talk until the end of eternity, and Premislaus lived, with a new life, and a new happy ending he himself had created with his own choice.

 

Credit given to Grimm Brothers for their story Brother Lustig. No copyright intended, or any sort of plagurism.

 


Submitted: November 08, 2014

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