| Story of the elves |
Our story of the Cadforce Elves
Remember the classic fairy tale by the Brothers’ Grimm
about the Shoemaker and the Elves? When the shoemaker goes to
sleep at night leaving just two scraps of leather, the Elves
mysteriously go to work. In the morning, he finds a finely crafted
pair of shoes ready to be sold. Well, our service is just as
magical.
Only this time, we convert your hand drawn work into a precision-programmed
CAD drawing. Even though we don’t employ elves, we like
to think our highly skilled architects and draftsmen are equally
talented as the mythical creatures.
The Original: The Elves and the Shoemaker by the brothers Grimm
Once upon a time there was a poor shoemaker. He made excellent
shoes and worked quite diligently, but even so he could not
earn enough to support himself and his family. He became so
poor that he he could not even afford to buy the leather he
needed to make shoes; finally he had only enough to make one
last pair. He cut them out with great care and put the pieces
on his workbench, so that he could sew them together the following
morning.
"Now I wonder," he sighed,
"will I ever make another pair of shoes? Once I've sold
this pair, I shall need all the money to buy food for my family.
I will not be able to buy any new leather.
That night, the shoemaker went to bed a sad and distraught man.
The next morning, he awoke early and went down to his workshop.
On his bench he found an exquisite pair of shoes! They had small
and even stitches, formed so perfectly that he knew he couldn't
have produced a better pair himself. Upon close examination,
the shoes proved to be from the very pieces of leather he had
set out the night before. He immediately put the fine pair of
shoes in the window of his shop and drew back the blinds.
"Who in the world could've done this great service
for me?" he asked himself. Even before he could make up
an answer, a rich man strode into his shop and bought the shoes--
and for a fancy price.
The shoemaker was ecstatic; he immediately went out and purchased
plenty of food for his family--and some more leather. That afternoon
he cut out two pairs of shoes and, just as before, laid all
the pieces on the bench so that he could sew them the next day.
Then he went upstairs to enjoy the good meal with his family.
"My goodness!" he cried the next morning
when he found two pairs of beautifully finished shoes on his
workbench. "Who could make such fine shoes--and so quickly?"
He put them in his shop window, and before long some wealthy
people came in and paid a great deal of money for them. The
happy shoemaker went right out and bought even more leather.
For weeks, and then months, this continued. Whether the shoemaker
cut two pairs or four pairs, the fine new shoes were always
ready in the morning. Soon his small shop was crowded with customers.
He cut out many types of shoes: stiff boots lined with fur,
delicate slippers for dancers, walking shoes for ladies, tiny
shoes for children. Soon his shoes had bows and laces and buckles
of fine silver. The little shop prospered as never before, and
it's proprietor was soon a rich man himself. His family wanted
for nothing.
As the shoemaker and his wife sat by the fire one night, he
said, "One of these days, I shall have to learn who has
been helping us."
"We could hide behind
the cupboard in your workroom," she said. "That way,
we could find out just who your helpers are." And that
was just what they did. That evening, when the clock struck
twelve, the shoemaker and his wife heard a noise. Two tiny men,
each with a bag of tools, were squeezing beneath a crack under
the door. Oddest of all the two elves were stark naked!
The two men clambered onto the workbench and began working.
Their little hands stitched and their little hammers tapped
ceaselessly the whole night through.
"They
are so small! And they make such beautiful shoes in no time
at all!" the shoemaker whispered to his wife as the dawn
rose. (Indeed the elves were about the size of his own needles.)
"Quiet!" his wife answered. "See how
they are cleaning up now." And in a instant the two elves
has disappeared beneath the door.
The next day, the shoemaker's wife said, "Those little
elves have done so much good for us. Since it is nearly Christmas,
we should make some gifts for them."
"Yes!"
cried the shoemaker. "I'll make some boots that will fit
them, and you make some clothes." They worked until dawn.
On Christmas Eve the presents were laid out upon the workbench:
two tiny jackets, two pairs of trousers, and two little woolen
caps. They also left out a plate of good things to eat and drink.
Then they hid once again behind the cupboard and waited to see
what would happen.
Just as before, the elves appeared at the stroke of midnight.
They jumped onto the bench to begin their work, but when they
saw all the presents they began to laugh and shout with joy.
They tried on all the clothes, then helped themselves to the
food and drink. Then they jumped down and danced excitedly around
the workroom, and disappeared beneath the door.
After Christmas, the shoemaker cut out his leather as he always
had--but the two elves never returned. "I believe they
have heard us whispering," his wife said. "Elves
are so very shy when it comes to people, you know." |
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