Real fools would get down to business without stocking up on logs, stone, lime, sand—everything needed for a good construction.
Not so the Schildburgers, because their minds should not die out suddenly, but gradually, like a tallow candle burns out.
And so they all went en masse to the valley behind the mountain and began to cut down trees.
And when the trunks were cleared of branches and bark, some of them, daydreaming, thought: “Oh, if only I had such a crossbow now that I could put a log in it and shoot it all the way to the market square. ..”
And that is to say, if they had found such a shell, they would have been spared a lot of hard work. But as they say:
If only mushrooms grew in your mouth, It wouldn’t be a mouth, But a whole garden!
What can you do, the Schildburgers had to, spitting on their palms, take up carrying the logs on their own
natural hump - first to the top of the mountain, and then down the slope, to the very city walls. They had to grunt, sniffle and sweat a lot while they moved all the logs, except for one - in their opinion, the last one.
Finally, with the whole team, they took on this and after that: they lifted, lifted, twisted, pushed and rolled him and with great efforts reached the top of the mountain; Having caught our breath, we wiped off the sweat and began to descend the slope. But either they didn’t pay attention, or the rope frayed, but only the log slipped out of their hands and, without any help, jumped up the mountain, rolled to the spot and lay down next to the others.
A kind of intelligence - and who has it? At the rough log!—it struck the Schildburgers like thunder. They blinked and rubbed their eyes for a long time, until one of them said:
- Well, what eccentrics we are, carrying round timber from the mountain on our humps! And none of us realized that he himself would roll down the mountain. And we groaned, we sniffled!
Then one Schildburger came forward and made the following speech:
“Our misfortune is great, but we can help the grief.” If we were strong enough to drag all the timber from the top of the mountain down, can we really not drag it back? And from there we’ll launch the logs on their own and admire how they roll downhill on their own. This will be the reward for our righteous labors!
This advice pleased all Schildburgers.
After all, here is the opportunity to make a worthy start to your buffoonery.
They put their humps up and pushed the load upward. And if before they had sweated a lot, dragging him down, now they were completely exhausted.
Somehow they managed to lift all the logs up the mountain and, having caught their breath, began to lower them down one by one.
Indeed, it was so much fun to watch them roll and jump.
After the successful completion of their work, the Schildburgers returned to the city, satisfied and cheerful.
And since they gave a glorious service to the common cause, it was not a sin for them to sit in a tavern in order to feast equally gloriously at the community expense.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru