It was a very long time ago. My grandfather’s great-great-grandfather had not yet been born.
Heat and drought came to the country. And there was no water in any river, pond or stream. People, animals and birds began to fall and die. Those who survived looked in horror at the terrible, evil sun, burning with a bright flame in the molten gold of the sky. The clouds and clouds disappeared, and the only shadow was the shadow of death.
Hunters stopped chasing game and died along with the animals.
Those who were still alive gathered at the dry main watering hole and began to discuss where all the water in the country had gone.
It turned out that a frog of unprecedented size drank it. And those who were still alive, people, animals and birds, decided to make this frog laugh so that all the water would pour out of it.
But in vain did the laughing bird laugh in front of the frog, in vain did the kangaroo jump funny in front of it, and in vain did the crane dance on one leg. A frog of unprecedented size clenched his mouth tightly and did not want to laugh.
Then a small nimble worm climbed onto her bare belly and began to tickle it with the tip of its tail.
It took a long time to hold on, but finally the giant frog could not stand it, shook with laughter, and water gushed out of its huge mouth like a waterfall.
And immediately the ponds and streams were filled to the banks of the river, and the lives of all living things were saved.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru