The rooster was beautiful and vocal. He liked two things in life:
love your chickens and rummage through the manure pile. But that day it rained from morning to evening, and the rooster was deprived of the joys of life.
“How I hate you, disgusting rain,” thought the rooster, looking sadly at the street.
Meanwhile, the owner of the rooster was seeing off her grandchildren, who had come to visit her from the city. Handing over gifts to them, she said:
“I wanted to slaughter a rooster for your path, but the rain was so bad that I didn’t want to leave the house.” Don't blame me.
- So, this rain saved the rooster’s life? – Granddaughter Masha asked her grandmother.
- It turns out like this. I definitely won’t cut it now. Let him live.
And the rain kept pouring and pouring. The rooster fell asleep on the roost with his wives, thinking about what kind of
It was a wonderful day, if not for this nasty rain...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru