Once upon a time there lived a man who had three sons. One day he went to work and left his children and wife at home. Out of nowhere, a kibungo appeared and roared:
Whose house is this?
Who lives in it?
The woman answers him:
Five of us live here:
Children, husband and me,
One family -
This is whose house it is.
Kibungo was happy:
What a nice house
We'll eat everyone now
I haven't eaten for a long time
I even lost weight.
The woman cried:
Ax, don't eat us, have mercy!
Have mercy on us, wait!
But the kibungo swallowed three children and was about to attack the woman when her husband entered with a gun. Kibungo was very frightened by the gun, rushed to look for the back door and did not find it: after all, blacks do not have a second door in their houses. Then the kibungo howled:
Damn house
There is one door in it.
Where to go?
How to escape?
The husband rushed at the kibungo and killed him, and then pulled his children out of his belly, safe and sound, and the husband and wife began to live and live, raise their children and have mercy.
So the fairy tale has flown away, but what does it matter to us: the bird sang another dozen for us.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru