Once upon a time there lived an old man with an old woman. One day they went to Parma, to the northern forest, to pick blueberries. They collect berries in little bags, look, some strange animal is running towards them.
- Who are you? - asks the old man.
“I am a dog,” says the beast. - Take me with you.
- Why do we need you? - the old woman waves her hand. “It’s hard for the two of us to feed ourselves, and you too.”
- I'm miserable! - the dog whined and cried. “I’ve been running around the whole world, no one will take me.” I have erased four paws, soon I will erase the other four, and then I will die. Oya yes oya!
- Didn’t you have eight legs? - asks the old man.
“Eight, as it is eight,” answers the dog. - Previously, all dogs were eight-legged, they ran faster than all the animals.
“Well, with four legs you are of no use to us at all,” the old woman says.
“My bitter little head,” she whined again. “I’m the last dog in the whole wide world.” As soon as I wear out my last paws, my family line will be cut short. Take me, unfortunate thing, I will live in a kennel and guard the house for you.
- Old woman, and old woman, maybe we can take her with us? - the old man persuades.
“Even though she is flawed, it would still be a pity if the last dog on earth died out.”
“If only she had eight legs,” sighs the old woman. - Okay, let’s feel sorry for this ugly thing on four legs.
They took the dog in. It’s okay, we’re used to being four-legged. The dog guarded the house and went hunting with the old man. From her the race of four-legged dogs originated.
The old man and the old woman need to be thanked, otherwise there would be no such people left on earth.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru