Snow says to the hare:
- I have a headache.
“You’re probably melting, that’s why you have a headache,” answered the hare. He sat down on a tree stump and cried bitterly:
- I feel sorry, I feel sorry for you, snow... From the fox, from the wolf. From the hunter I buried myself in you. was hiding. How will I live now? any crow, any bird will see me. Will bite. I'll go to the owner of the forest and ask him. Let him, snow, save you for me.
And the sun is already high, it’s hot, the snow is melting. It runs in streams from the mountains.
The hare became sad and cried even louder. The owner of the forest heard the hare. He listened to his request and said:
“I can’t argue with the sun.” I can't save snow. I’ll change your white fur coat to a gray one, and in the summer you’ll be able to easily hide among the dry leaves, bushes and grass. Nobody will notice you.
The hare was happy.
Since then, he always changes his winter white fur coat to a summer gray one.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru