A ram walks through the mountains. Fatty.
OK.
Kuchicha - the evil witch lies in the swamp. The belly warms in the sun.
Thinks:
— If you keep your belly in the sun for a year, will it shine a lot?
And he sees a ram walking up the mountains. Shakes his fat tail.
Kuchicha says:
- Ram! Do you have children?
“Yes,” the ram answers affectionately. (All the fat ones answer affectionately.)
“Do you want,” says Kuchicha, “to teach them to warm their bellies in the sun?”
The ram thinks:
“If I know how to climb mountains, and my lambs learn to warm their bellies (and this must be something smart), then the sheep will have a very good life in the world.”
Ram says:
- Teach.
OK.
One summer - winter I drank, I drank another, only I started on the third - it turned yellow from fright...
Kuchicha says:
- Take your lambs. We learned.
The ram was overjoyed, and lard even began to drip from his fat tail.
Says:
- Thank you.
He sees lambs trudge up the hill. Three times fatter than his father. They dragged themselves in - and bang!
They lie belly up. The wind only curls the silky fur on the belly into ringlets.
OK.
They're lying down. The sun warms their belly.
The ram thinks:
- Now it should be coming.
I waited and waited. I didn't expect anything.
Says:
- Come on, little lambs, climb the mountains.
“No,” the lambs answer, “then the sun won’t warm the belly.” Let's not go.
They lie there and even shout at their father:
- Get some herbs! I want to eat, you see my belly is wrinkling with hunger.
And Kuchicha in the swamp, out of joyful anger, hits the bumps with his paws and jumps:
“Here you go,” she did.
And the ram became thinner and thinner and the fat tail disappeared. The ram has become bad.
And the lambs are still warming their bellies.
OK.
The spirit of Ori found out about Kuchicha, spat and said:
- Look, you fool, how will a ram be without a fat tail now?
Got angry. He took Kuchicha and turned him into lard and stuck him in the sheep's tail.
“Hang out,” he says.
And he ate the lamb.
“It’s all the same,” he says, “don’t shine.”
I say:
That's why, when you put a ram on its back, it screams, and a good man rarely gets the fat tail - Kuchicha sticks out there. Evil.
OK.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru