Once there was a lad named John, and he used to go to sleep always and everywhere. One day he came to an inn where some farmers were feeding their horses. So he crept into the cart, lay down on the straw, and went to sleep. When the farmers had driven some distance, they noticed John asleep in the cart. They thought: “What are we to do with him? We have a beer cask here. We’ll put him in it and leave him in the forest.” So they shut him in the cask, and off they drove.
John went on sleeping in the cask for a long time. Suddenly he woke up and found himself in the cask, but he did not know how he had got into it, neither did he know where he was. There was something running to and fro near the cask, so he looked through the bunghole and saw a great number of wolves gathered under the rocks. They had flocked round, attracted by the human smell. One of the wolves pushed his tail through the hole, and Sleepy John began to think that the hour of his death was approaching. But he wound the wolf’s tail round his hand. The wolf was terrified, and, dragging the cask after him, he ran after the rest of the wolves, who set off in all directions. Their terror grew greater and greater as the cask bumped after them. At last the cask struck against a rock and was smashed. John let go the wolf, who took himself off as fast as he could.
Now John found himself in a wild mountain region. He began walking about among the mountains and he met a hermit. The hermit said to him: “You may stay here with me. I shall die in three days. Bury me then, and I will pay you well for it.”
So John stayed with him, and, when the third day came, the hermit, who was about to die, gave him a stick, saying: “In whatever direction you point this stick, you will find yourself there.” Then he gave him a knapsack, saying: “Anything you want you will find in this knapsack.” Then he gave him a cap, saying: “As soon as you put this cap on, nobody will be able to see you.”
Then the hermit died, and John buried him.
John gathered his things together, pointed the stick, and said: “Let me be instantly in the town where the king lives.” He found himself there on the instant, and he was told that the queen would every night wear out a dozen pairs of shoes, yet nobody was able to follow her track. The lords were all flocking to offer to follow the queen’s traces, and John went too. He went into the palace and had himself announced to the king. When he came before the king, he said that he would like to trace the queen. The king asked him: “Who are you?”
He answered “Sleepy John.”
The king said: “And how are you going to trace her, when you are sleeping all the time? If you fail to trace her you will lose your head.”
John answered that he would try to trace her all the same.
When the evening was come the queen went to bed in one room and John went to bed in the next room, through which the queen had to pass. He did not go to sleep, but when the queen was going by he pretended to be in a deep slumber. So the queen lit a candle and scorched the soles of his feet to make sure that he was asleep. But John didn’t stir, and so she was certain that he was asleep. Then she took her twelve pairs of new shoes and off she went.