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ᐈ Fairy Tale Tree https://en.derevo-kazok.org/ Read 【Fairy Tales】 online in English on the website ⏩ en.derevo-kazok.org ⭐ Free ✔️ More than 3000 popular Fairy Tales! Thu, 17 Jun 2021 03:00:00 +0300 en-ru MaxSite CMS (http://max-3000.com/) Copyright 2024, https://en.derevo-kazok.org/ <![CDATA[Why the Stork eats Frogs and the Wolf hunts Sheep (Ukrainian Folk Tale)]]> https://en.derevo-kazok.org/page/why-the-stork-eats-frogs-and-the-wolf-hunts-sheep-ukrainian-folk-tale https://en.derevo-kazok.org/page/why-the-stork-eats-frogs-and-the-wolf-hunts-sheep-ukrainian-folk-tale Thu, 17 Jun 2021 03:00:00 +0300 Why the Stork eats Frogs and the Wolf hunts Sheep (ukrainian folk tale) Once upon a time there lived a Wolf and a Stork. The Wolf did not kill sheep, and the Stork did not eat frogs.

One spring the two of them met and agreed to go into business together. So they built a tavern where they sold liquor and wine, and they kept the money they earned in the cashbox.

Autumn came, and the Stork said:

"Look here, Wolf, I plan to fly away to warmer parts. So let us divide our earnings: you take one half and I'll take the other."

"Very well, my friend," the Wolf said. "I'd never be so unfair as to try to keep what isn't mine. Only how are we going to divide the money when we only have one half of it! You know very well that many of our customers have been drinking on credit and haven't paid us yet."

"Well, why not let me have what there is?" said the Stork, who was anything if not sly. "You”ll collect the money owed us later and you can keep it. And you'll have the tavern besides, for I ”m leaving you my half of it."

"Agreed!" said the Wolf.

He gave the Stork all the money there was in the cashbox, and the

Stork put it in a bag, hanged the bag round his neck and flew away.

He flew and he flew, and it was noon when he saw, stretching below, a small lake with a great many frogs in it. He came down at once, for he was thirsty and wanted a drink, but just as he craned his neck to get at the water, his bag of money slipped off and dropped with a plop into it!

The Stork searched for the coins in the silt and sand on the bottom, he searched for a long time, but he could not find them. So then he flew at the frogs, and, thinking that it was they who had taken his coins, began pecking at them angrily and swallowing them. And that is what all storks keep doing to this day.

In the meantime the Wolf had been busy going around to his customers and trying to get them to pay what they owed him. But they all said that they had come up against hard times and could not pay. And they stopped coming to the tavern altogether, for, said they, drinking was bad for them.

The Wolf went bankrupt, closed down the tavern and set out for the forest.

On and on he walked, and he was beginning to feel very hungry when he saw a sheep nibbling grass on the forest edge.

"Why, that's Semyon Holka's sheep!" said he to himself. "And Semyon never paid me for the wine he drank, so I think I ”ll eat his sheep and that will make us quits.”

So he ate up Semyon's sheep, and then Petro's, and then those of all the people who had refused to pay him.

After a time, forgetting who it was that owed him money and who did not, he would kill and eat every sheep he came across. And that is what all wolves do to this day.

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<![CDATA[The fox and the crane (Ukrainian Folk Tale)]]> https://en.derevo-kazok.org/page/the-fox-and-the-crane-ukrainian-folk-tale https://en.derevo-kazok.org/page/the-fox-and-the-crane-ukrainian-folk-tale Fri, 03 Jul 2020 03:00:00 +0300 The fox and the crane (ukrainian folk tale) There was once a Crane who met a Fox in the forest.

"Take me in for the winter, Fox, and I'll teach you to fly," said the Crane.

The Fox agreed, and the two of them settled down together in the Fox”s hole.

Some hunters learned about it and began digging up the ground near the hole to try and get at them.

"What are we to do, Crane? How are we to save ourselves?" asked the Fox. "Can you think of something?"

"I can think of ten different ways of doing it," the Crane replied.

"How many can you think of?"

"One, only one."

The Fox kept asking the Crane the same question over and over again, and the second time he replied to it he said he could think of only nine ways, the third time, of eight, and so on.

The hunters were getting closer and closer all the time and when they were very close the Fox asked her question again.

"I can think of only one way of you and me saving ourselves, Fox,” the Crane said.

"Well, tell me what it is.”

"I am going to lie down inside the hole close to the top and pretend to be dead. This will puzzle the hunters who will pick me up and look me over, and it is then that you must make a run for it. They will rush after you, and I will fly away."

The Fox said she thought it was a very good plan, and when the hunters who had never stopped digging, got to the top of the hole, they were much surprised to find the Crane there lying quite still. Thinking he was dead, they picked him up and looked him over.

"Think of that!" they said. "The Fox has killed a crane. Let's dig deeper to get at the Fox."

But even before they had finished speaking the Fox rushed out of the hole and away through the trees, and the Crane flapped his wings and flew up into the sky!

"Yoo-hoo, Crane!'' called the Fox.

"Yoo-hoo, Fox!" called the Crane.

"Where are you, Crane?" called the Fox.

"Here I am, Fox!" called the Crane.

They came together again, and the Fox said:

"You must teach me to fly now, Crane, for having taken you in for the winter. It's what you promised you'd do."

"Very well," the Crane said. "Get on my back!"

The Fox got on his back, and the Crane rose with her to the level of a low rooftop and then dropped her. The Fox fell to the ground, but was unhurt.

"How do you like flying, Fox?" the Crane called.

"Very much. It”s fun!" the Fox called back.

The Crane lighted beside her.

"Get on my back again, Fox," he said.

The Fox got on his back, and the Crane rose as high as the clouds, so that the two of them could hardly be seen from below, and then let her drop.

"How do you like flying, Fox?" he called.

There was no reply, so he flew down himself, and there was the Fox lying still on the ground. She was quite dead.

The Crane heaved a sigh, and, leaving her there, flew away.

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