A bird was flying.
“I’ll go see the sun,” she said.
She flew and flew - the wind rose, she fell. She fell on her waist and stabbed her body under her tail. It fell from the bush.
- Bush, because I’ll feed it to the cows.
She flew towards the cows.
- Well, cows, eat the bush.
“We can’t even finish our own grass.”
- Cows, cows, because I will feed you to the wolves.
She flew to the wolves.
- Wolves, wolves, eat the cows.
“We can’t eat our own animals.”
“Wolves, I’ll tell the bosses to kill you.”
I went to the bosses, and they said:
“We can’t raise our own fat, and not just go and kill wolves.”
- After all, I’ll make the mice gnaw you.
Flew to the mice:
- Hey! Chew off the fat of your bosses, mice!
“We can’t run out of our supplies.”
The little bird got angry and let out a strong wind. The mice got scared.
“Now let’s go gnawing,” they said.
- Now let's go shoot! - said the bosses.
“Let’s go eat cows,” said the wolves.
“Let’s go chew,” said the cows.
The bush has come to an end.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru