The crane met the fox:
- What, fox, can you fly? - No, I can’t. - Sit on me, I’ll teach you.
The fox sat on the crane. The crane carried her away high, high.
- What, fox, do you see the ground? - I can barely see: the ground seems like a sheepskin!
The crane shook her off. The fox fell on a soft place, on a hay pile.
The crane flew up:
- Well, do you know how to fly, fox? - I can fly, but it’s hard to land! - Sit on me again, I’ll teach you.
The fox sat on the crane. He carried it higher than before and shook it off. The fox fell into the swamp: it went three fathoms into the ground. So the fox never learned to fly.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru