One day a wolf and a fox found a pot of melted butter on the road. Just when they decided to divide the booty equally and eat it, the red-haired cheat says:
“We don’t need to hang around on the road, we’d better go to the mountains, we’ll eat butter there.”
“Okay,” the wolf agreed, although he was impatient to taste the oil. “Who should I carry the pot to?”
“Of course, for you,” said the fox. “And I will yap, this is also not an easy task.”
A wolf and a fox climbed a high mountain, just decided to eat, and the fox said again:
- There's a lot of oil here! You weren’t even out of breath while you were carrying the pot. Let someone else eat it!
-Who is this? - the wolf sensed a catch.
- And the one of us who is older.
“Well, you cheat, hold on,” the wolf rejoiced, “I’ll see you through quickly!”
“When I was little,” the wolf began, “the magic mountain Sumber was no higher than the lowest hill, and the magic lake Song was no more than a simple puddle!”
Here the fox bursts into tears! “Don’t cry, redhead, but you lost!” — the wolf rejoiced and asked sympathetically:
- What's wrong with you, fox?
“I remembered my beloved sons, the youngest was just as young as you at that time, he loved to walk along Mount Sumber and swim in Lake Song,” the rogue sobbed.
The wolf was ashamed and went away. And the clever fox grabbed the pot and enjoyed the sweet melted butter.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru