Once a hungry tiger wandered in the mountains. He was evil and despicable: for the whole day he could not even catch a hare. The sun has already set, night has fallen, and the tiger is still walking around the mountains, looking for prey. Finally I decided to go to the village. “Maybe I can profit from something,” he thinks.
He came to the village and saw a poor hut standing. I came closer - a child was crying in the hut, and his mother was calming him down, singing a lullaby:
- Sleep, son, sleep quickly... The tiger licked his lips: “That’s what I’ll eat.”
Mans e - a greeting.
But the child still doesn’t sleep, he keeps crying. Then the mother began to scare her son:
- Stop crying, otherwise the jackal will come and drag you into the mountains. The baby doesn't stop talking. The mother got angry:
- Shut up now! If an evil tiger eats you, then you will know! There he is, standing outside the window.
The tiger was surprised: how did she know about this? And the child keeps crying and crying.
Then his mother hugged him tightly and said in a gentle voice:
- Don’t cry, son, I’ll give you persimmons.
The baby fell silent, and the tiger stood there, thinking: “Who is this persimmon? I've never heard of him. Probably the beast will be more terrible than me: look, the cub immediately fell silent.”
The persimmon tiger got scared and ran away into the mountains.
Since then he has not come close to the village.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru