Our family tradition.
This story happened to my grandmother a hundred years ago. At that time her
The family kept sheep. They drove them in the morning, even before they were thrown out.
The pastures. The method of breastfeeding the sheep in the village was this: you need to go to the garden, sit down.
the sheep with the back forward, and with his hands and his feet, so that it would not break out,
lean to the back of the sheep and steep in the understated cane.
Early in the morning of the day that made her famous in her village, my
My grandmother went out to feed sheep, as usual. The unusual thing is that it is already
It happened last night, but it has not yet manifested itself. The guilty
He was sitting in the barracks, hiding and waiting for dawn.
It was a wolf. A hungry wolf who came to the village in the winter. made
A hole in the roof and got into the hole. I forgot, but as a wise man.
The beast first checked if he could get out. could not. is it
He went into the hole, and from the inside the wall was too high.
I am tired of gray roofing.
Why the wolf in such cases does not start cutting the sheep, no one knows.
Maybe he calculates all the options and understands that people will resort to noise.
And the wolf is just waiting for somebody to open the door in the morning – and here he is.
suddenly will jump out and slide into the forest; or maybe, the wolf just falls into the
Depression and loss of appetite. Anyway, but the noise of the wolf did not raise at night,
He hid himself until the morning among the sheep, closer to the doors and fresh air, and
I expected what would happen.
My sleepy grandmother went into a dark bowl, quickly and tightly closed the door.
the door, by the habit of holding the knee broken was to the exit
Sheep, and tried to hide her. He did not understand why it happened that
This breaking out but still secluded “sheep” seemed to be mad at all.
When the grandmother hugged her with her legs and hands and tried to touch the vicious.
In the thick sheep wool. Of course, my grandmother didn’t have time to notice anything.
because the sheep began to jump and jump on a tight loaf with the wicked and
Absolutely incomprehensible, as for the domestic sheep, by force.
From fear and not to fall, my grandmother grabbed stronger.
The sheep’s wool was thick and began to shout loudly. The sheep again.
jumping on the wall, finally opened the door, jumped out on the road and
I headed towards the forest. The grandmother who seated the sheep,
He did not give up, he was simply unable to push his hands.
with fingers. The wolf (and it was he) ran 50 meters and fell. from
The grey heart could not withstand the shock.
Not immediately, but my grandmother got up and got up from a dead wolf. No is
Looking at the escaped villagers, he ran home. She had to change clothes.
The rest of the sheep were waiting.