There lived a grandfather, there lived a grandmother. They had a hazel hen. The hen laid eggs full of eggs. The grandmother collected the eggs in a pot and placed them on a pole. The mouse ran, waved its tail, the pot fell, and the testicles broke.
The grandfather is crying, the grandmother is crying, the chicken is cackling, the gates are creaking, wood chips are flying, the magpies are chattering, the geese are cackling, the dogs are barking...
There's a wolf coming:
- Grandpa, grandma, why are you crying?
- How can we not cry? We had a hazel grouse chicken. She applied testicles full of baked goods. The grandmother collected the eggs in a pot and placed them on a pole. The mouse ran, waved its tail, the pot fell, and the testicles broke.
And the wolf howled.
There's a bear coming:
- Wolf, why are you howling?
- How can I not howl? There lived a grandfather, there lived a grandmother. They had a hazel hen. The chicken applied testicles full of baked eggs. The grandmother collected the eggs in a pot and placed them on a pole. The mouse ran, waved its tail, the pot fell, and the testicles broke. The grandfather is crying, the grandmother is crying, the hen is cackling, the gates are creaking, wood chips are flying, the magpies are chattering, the geese are cackling, the dogs are barking... But I don’t know how to bark, so I howled.
The bear listened to the story and, out of frustration, tore off his tail. Since then he has lived with a stubby tail.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru