An old crow lived in the forest. How old she was, no one knew. Everyone always knew her as the oldest crow, and no one remembered when she was young. Over the years, she made so many nests that she no longer remembered where her nest was, and where not hers.
Other birds now lived in many of its nests, and the crow itself often confused its nest, stopping for the night in a strange house. No one was angry with her for this, because she was very kind and knew many interesting stories. The old crow loved to tell stories from her life.
That night, the crow slept badly. Under the tree on which she stopped for the night, someone rustled, ran, snorted all night: either the hedgehogs roamed the paths, or the badger hunted frogs. The crow could not fall asleep. Only in the morning she managed to doze off a bit, when suddenly she heard a quiet cry. Someone cried quietly, but very pitifully.
“Well, what is it?” - the crow was indignant.
She flew from the top of the old spruce and sat on the lower branch. Then she saw a little bunny who was crying softly, sitting in a clearing near a small stump.
“And why are you roaring !?” - loudly croaked the crow.
“Hello,” said the bunny, “I am not howling already.”
- Do not roar, so whimper, it's even worse. Do not give sleep!
“Sorry,” said the bunny, “I will go better.”
“Wait,” the raven herself felt embarrassed by her tactlessness, “I will not drive you away.” Did something happen to you?
- No, nothing.
- It can’t be anything. Otherwise, why would you cry?
The crow flew to the ground and sat on a stump.
- Well, tell me, who offended you?
“No one offended me,” the bunny sighed. “You see, this morning I met my friends: a raccoon and a badger.” We decided to play the burners, but the raccoon wanted to play by his own rules, and the badger by his own. And they began to discuss the rules. They discussed for two hours, but didn’t come to anything.
“I see,” said the crow, “and you would suggest playing in turn.”
- I suggested, but they began to argue by what rules to play in the first place. So they argued for another two hours. I then suggested playing hide and seek, but they began to argue who should be the first to hide. And when I volunteered to drive myself, they began to argue with each other where to hide and where not to.
Tale of the Old Crow
“Mmm,” the crow sighed in dismay, “well, why are you crying?” It seems that your friends don’t know how to play together, because they don’t know how to give in to each other and find a common language. Do not hang out with them!
“No,” the bunny sobbed, “I can't, they are my friends.” And from the fact that they quarrel, and I feel bad. - And the bunny began to sob softly again.
- Oh, don’t, don’t just need this! - Crow croaked displeased. - Lead me to these stubborn, I will help your grief.
- How?
- I do not know yet, but I will help. And then you will not let me snooze with your sobs. Where are they?
“There, behind the tall fir trees,” the bunny answered joyfully, and galloped off in the indicated direction.
Flying ate, the crow saw a small meadow with many flowers on it, and there were two clumsy stumps covered with moss. The place for the games was wonderful. In the clearing, a badger and a raccoon sat, turning away from each other. Tucking up their noses, they proudly looked in different directions.
- It's them? - asked the crow.
“They,” sighed the bunny.
“So, so, and why are you pouting?” - The crow turned to the stubborn.
- This is the first he started! - shouted the raccoon.
- No he! - Badger snorted displeasedly.
“Do you really like to sit like this all day and argue instead of playing?” - Loudly indignant bunny.
- But, I'm right! - Badger said displeasedly.
- No, I! - He repeated the raccoon.
“Everything is clear,” the crow looked around, and her eyes fell on two clumsy hemp.
- What is clear? - whispered a bunny.
- The case is hopeless!
- How, really?
“Yes,” the crow sighed sadly, “there is no way to save them.” And the saddest thing is that they are not to blame.
The stubborn men turned their ears with interest toward the crow.
- And who is to blame? - Asked the bunny with bated breath.
- Uh, stubbornness is to blame. Exactly, Stubbornness! It has been living in the forest for a long time and inhabits such animals.
“And what will happen to them?” - with fear in his voice said a bunny.
“It is so clear that, as usual. At first they will stop playing with each other. It has already happened. Then they will stop talking. They will stop communicating with everyone and will only talk to themselves, and over time they will turn into two ... hemp.
- How?
- So, you see two clumsy stumps? It used to be two little animals, the same stubborn and proud. It was a long time ago, - the crow yawned and, cunningly squinting her eyes, looked at the raccoon with a badger.
At first they didn’t move, but they squinted at the clumsy stumps that stood nearby. And the longer they looked, the more anxiety reflected on their faces.
Bunny, who also believed in this story, just sat on the grass, helplessly looking around.
“Look,” the crow whispered conspiratorially, “a leaf has already grown on a raccoon.”
The raccoon looked at his shoulder and saw a leaf falling on it. What started here! Having taken off, the raccoon and the badger ran in circles. They screamed in fear, shook off leaves and twigs that clung to the wool. Finally, they ran to the raven.
“Really, nothing can be done?”
“No,” she answered, yawning, “however, you can try to defeat Stubbornness, begin to respect the opinions of others and learn to find a peaceful solution in any dispute, but not everyone can do it.”
- We can do it! - The animals shouted.
- Let's play by your rules! - shouted a badger.
- No, come on yours! - Raccoon shouted even louder.
- According to yours!
- No, according to yours!
“Khe, khe,” the crow interrupted, glancing displeased at the debaters.
They realized that they began to quarrel again. sA bunny came to the rescue.
- Let's play hide and seek. I drive.
- Good! - Everyone joyfully agreed. - We will no longer quarrel and will yield to each other!
- We'll see, we'll see, - laughing, the crow flew up to the top of the spruce and settled there among fragrant-smelling young cones.
No one else cried, and the crow finally decided that she could take a nap. She could not sleep, however; in the district there was a cheerful childish laugh. This bunny, badger and raccoon played their games.
Sighing and smiling at something, the crow flew into the thicket of the forest, where no one would have bothered her.
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