The mosquito asked the wolf: “Where are you going, neighbor, in such a hurry?” “In the pasture, I want to kill the horse,” answered the wolf.
“What are you talking about,” the mosquito squeaked, “can you beat a horse?” Once a great number of us gathered around one horse, but all we could do was knock it down. Moreover, she crushed half of us, and those who survived still did not manage to taste the horse meat.
“Well,” the wolf sighed, “we’ll have to try our luck somewhere else.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru