A wolf, a bear and a fox may or may not have lived. They became friends and began to live together. Every morning they went to the field that Khan Mukuch allowed them to cultivate, and worked there until late. Once the fox said: “Let’s gradually make reserves for a rainy day.” The animals agreed, and soon they already had three large jugs of oil, honey and urbech. One day, when everyone was working in the field, the fox wanted to eat some urbech. She began to think about how to get away, and suddenly she saw a man walking past and humming loudly. - Yes! Yes! I agree! - the fox screamed. -What are you talking about? - her friends asked the fox. “Yes, Khan Mukuch has a son, and this messenger invites me to a feast,” answered the fox. “It’s inconvenient to refuse, because we work on the khan’s land.” The wolf and the bear agreed, and the fox ran home, opened the cellar and licked all three jugs to the end of the neck. - How was your feast, my friend? - they asked the fox when she returned. “What name was given to the khan’s son?” “I feasted superbly, and the khan’s son was named “Neck,” answered the fox. The next day the fox again wanted to taste urbech and honey. And she began to shout “yes, yes,” although there was no one nearby. “Don’t you hear that I’m being invited to a feast again?” The khan had another son. And again the animals believed the fox, and she ran home and licked exactly half of each jug. “How did you feast,” they asked the fox after returning, “and what name was given to the khan’s son?” “The feast was good, and the khan’s son was named “Middle,” answered the fox. And the next day the fox wanted to taste urbech, honey and butter more than ever. And she said to her friends: “Don’t you hear?” This is the aul herald shouting, Khan Mukuch’s third son was born, and I am again called to the feast. They released the fox a third time. And she licked all three jugs to the very bottom. — How did you feast with the khan? - they asked the fox when she returned. “What name was given to the khan’s son?” “I feasted well,” answered the fox, “and the khan’s son was named “Donyshka.” “It’s a good name,” answered the bear and the wolf. One day in winter they decided to open the jugs, but by this time the fox had already crossed the Tsuntin Mountains and was approaching Tsor.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru