In ancient times, lions lived in Siberia. They were shaggy, covered with long hair and were not afraid of frost.
One day a lion met a wolf:
-Where are you running like crazy?
- I'm saving myself from death!
- Who scared you?
- Loud sneeze. He sneezed once and killed my brother, the second time he killed my sister, the third time he broke my leg. You see, I'm limping.
The lion roared - the mountains trembled, the sky began to cry.
-Where is this loud sneezing guy? I'll tear him to pieces! I’ll throw my head over the distant mountain, my legs on all fours!
- What you! He won't spare you either, run away!
The lion grabbed the wolf by the throat:
- Show me someone who sneezes loudly, otherwise I’ll strangle you!
Fuck them. They meet a shepherd boy.
- This? - the lion asks angrily.
- No, this one hasn’t grown up yet.
They came to the steppe. A decrepit old man stands on a hill, tending a flock.
- This? - The lion bared his teeth.
- No, this one has outgrown.
They move on. A hunter gallops towards them on a fast horse, with a gun over his shoulders. The lion didn’t even have time to ask the wolf - the hunter raised his gun and fired. The lion's long fur caught fire. He started to run, followed by the wolf. We stopped in a dark ravine. The lion is rolling around on the ground, roaring furiously.
The wolf asks him:
- Does he sneeze a lot?
- Shut up! You see, now I’m naked, only my mane remains and the tassels at the tip of my tail. It's cold, I'm shaking.
“Where can we run from this loud sneezing guy?”
- Run into the forest.
The wolf disappeared into a distant forest, and the lion ran away into a hot country, into a deserted desert.
This is how lions disappeared in Siberia.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru