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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