On the edge of the forest, in the cushy cabin, there were three brother sparrow winged, furry mouse so damn oily. They lived happily ever after, not hurt each other.
Everyone did their job. Sparrow brought food. Mouse chopping firewood. Damn oily soup yes porridge cooked. Good living.
Sometimes, the sparrow with hunting gates, spring water Feeds, sit on a bench to rest. Mouse on the table covers, spoons said. Damn the stove busy - yes pyshen blush: the soup is cooking, sprinkle with coarse salt. They sit down at the table - each other's praise, and not hurt yourself.
"And all I fucking oily, dip into the pot so get out - that soup and fatty!"
"I navezu wood, finely nagryzu, jot down in the oven, swept tail - well lit in the stove fire, cooked dinner," - said the mouse.
"Well, I - a sparrow says - do not miss: gather mushrooms nataschili beans - that's you and satisfied!".
Only once mused the sparrow, "I'm on the hunt all day long - on hard work. In the forest fly beat feet, wings fluttering, and they are working?" "In the morning pancake basking on the stove for dinner had just taken the evening and the morning nagryzet wood mouse, and then climb on the stove and sleeps till noon."
Is not more than that! Angry sparrow - he stamped his feet - wings flapping: "Tomorrow I will change the job!"
The next day, a pancake went hunting. Sparrow went to chop wood. A mouse began to cook dinner.
Pancake rolls on a forest path and sings:
"Jumping gallop, gallop, jumping,
I - oily side,
In the sour cream mixed on maslitse fried .. "
Kuma Lisa to meet him: "Where are you going. Blinok, running away-hurry?"
"On the hunt."
"And what do you Blinok song you sing?"
Damn he breaks into a gallop on the spot and even sang:
"Jumping gallop, gallop, jumping,
I - oily side,
In the sour cream mixed on maslitse fried .. "
"Jumping gallop-talking"?
Fox as a jump but how Blinok grab hold of the oily side.
A pancake shouts:
"Let me go, fox, in the dense forest for mushrooms for beans - on the hunt!"
A fox to him, "No, I'll eat you, swallow you, but with sour cream and butter!"
Damn struggled, I struggled, barely escaped from the fox - side in the teeth fox left, ran home. A home is something that is done!
It became a mouse to cook soup: why not put what has not increased, but the soup is not all good, not greasy, not oil. She remembered the little mouse as a pancake soup cooked: dive into the pot but will come up - that soup and fatty.
I took a mouse but ran into the pot. Scalded. scald, barely jumped. Povylezli fur coat, tail drozhmya trembling. Villages mouse on the bench, but the tears pouring.
A sparrow carried firewood. Yeah, let's pick manure, breaking into small chips. Peck, pecking - on the side of the beak turned aside.
Ran to the pancake house sees the sparrow sitting on the bench, on the side of the beak, tears poured.
He ran a pancake in the house - mouse sitting on a bench, her coat povylezli, drozhmya tail shaking. I saw a sparrow and a mouse that polboka pancake eaten, cried even louder.
Here is a pancake and said: "It always happens when one is on the other nods his business does not want to do."
Then a sparrow with shame hid under the bench. Well, nothing to do: grieved cried.
Yes began to live again in the old sparrow brings food, chopping wood mouse and pancake soup cooks. So they live - gingerbread chew, wash down Medcom, we remember.
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