Hare's birthday party
A long time ago, there was a hare who invited the birds to come over for a
birthday party. Not all birds, just his neighbors: a golden oriole, a thrush
and a raven. They danced, drunk wine, chatted and sang until the sun rose
again. "What a lovely day," the hare said "I think it's just a
day to fool someone". The birds found it a great idea, so they asked if
the hare had an idea. The hare said: "Yes, I sure have, but I need one of
you who is very brave." The raven walked to the hare and said: "If
there's anyone who is brave, it's me."
Then the hare told them: "Not far away, there are two men. They sit in front of a tent made of the skin of a yak. They are very greedy and they became assessors. They use to come every year to this area to collect the taxes from the farmers and herdsmen. But they always made the people over here pay too much, so they can keep parts of the money for themselves. I saw that myself."
"And what are they doing in front of their tent?" the birds asked. " That's where they always sit before they are going to the farmers and the herdsmen. They are calculating on their abacus how much they can ask and how much they can keep. They look really different, one is short and fat, the other one is long and thin, but they are both very greedy."
When the hare told this to the birds, he asked the raven if he could sit down on the head of the sort and fat man. The raven agreed and they thought the day would be the greatest day ever.
Very carefully, the four friends walked to the tent and there they were, sitting in front of their tent, calculating, counting and discussing money. From their safe hiding place, the hare, the golden oriole and the thrush saw how the raven flew around the tent a few times and sat down on the head of the short fat man.
The fat short man said: "Oh no, a raven on my head, that means I'm going to have bad luck!" The tall man tried to get the raven of the short man's head. That worked, but the raven flew yet another time around the tent and sat down on the short one's head again.
The short man was very shocked and said: "There's a lot of bad luck here, hit the raven! Hit him!" And the tall man took his abacus and stroke, but the raven flew away just in time so the tall one hit the short one. A huge swelling rose onto his head. They ran away as fast as they could and the four friends did nothing but laugh. It took a whole month before the swelling was gone.
[Fairytale about ants] [Fairytale about a farmer and a king] [Fairytale about a raven] [Yeti] [superstition] [life & death] [astrology]