Wow!1 min 209 1 min 209
Author : Sergei Nosov
Translation: A. Charumati Ramdas
Roaming in the forest, not touching anyone, suddenly:
“Ran away from grandpa, grandma, dear, wolf, and from you too, O bear, will run away!”
Something rolled in the bushes.
Wow. I think.
Why wooden? Old man slaughtered the living one…
Look at him: squeak, squeak. See, my hoof boiling in the pot, hair scattered – means, old woman pinched. Hid in the oven, thinking I won’t notice, and the old man slipped under the tub.
I ate them off.