I still can’t understand how the high guard and all his guards went wrong and a whole herd wandered into the salt field of Schildburgers! Remembering the order given to him and his oath, this chief, at the sight of the cattle calmly pinching the sprouts of the long-awaited salt, got cold feet and began to think: if this stupid creature has now trampled and gobbled up so much salt, then how much will it destroy when the salt comes into the ear! Having reasoned this way, the high guard hurried to the city to report to the mayor what trouble had befallen Shilda.
The mayor and his advisers were confused and, not knowing what advice to give, decided to convene a general meeting. And the chief of the guards was praised for not making any mistakes and not doing anything at his own risk.
At the meeting, they first turned the matter inside out, then it became obvious, then they looked at it from one side and the other, and turned it over and over until everyone’s head was spinning. In the end, the Schild-burghers decided to appoint four judges, because the foolish brute would be more afraid of judges than anyone else. And the judges had to go to the salt field, put the chief of the guard there on a stretcher, hand him a long whip and drag him at a trot along the field lengthwise and crosswise until he drove away all the naughty cattle with his whip.
The chief of the guard himself should not have been lowered to the ground, so that he would not cause damage to the crops and thereby violate his oath.
The chief of the guard was delighted at such a wise decision, immediately jumped onto the stretcher and sat down on it, like the Pope.
The judges dragged him across the field until he had driven away all the cattle.
If I were this boss, I would agree, even if I had to be carried on a stretcher twice a day for a whole year. S.
It goes without saying that the judges themselves did not cause any damage to the growing salt. Because judges always care about the common good and even with their elephant knives they cannot cause any harm to the precious grain.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru