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"..and the Owl shouted,
- Haaaaa, mean Crow! I know you set them against me. But wait, I'm not giving you that. From now on, I and all my tribe declare war on you and your tribe, until the Owl become the King over all the birds."
- This war, my king, - the old minister ended his story, - is still going on and will never end, probably, because there is no hope that the birds will once again choose an Owl as a king.
- So what do we do in that case? Asked the Crow king.
- All ministers suggested you good plans, but to defeat Owls, we need them all together and add a bit of tricks, - replied the old Crow.
- Very well, the king agreed, but how we will do that? Tell me if you know, because I won't think of it.
- I know one way,” the old Crow said, but I can only tell you in private.
The next night, when owls flew out of their mountain, they were surprised because the forest seemed to be empty. Not a single crow was sleeping in their nests. They were watching carefully, and finally, they found an old crow laying under a big oak tree. The crow seemed to be very sick.
- Ah, here you are! - the owls shouted and rushed to tear him apart.
- Hold on, gentlemen, - the old minister (it was him) said in a weak voice. - Don't kill me! You see, I'm so close to death. But I beg you, bring me to your king! I would like to tell him one very very important thing before dying.
The owls listened to the crow's request, took him lightly by the wings, and brought him to their king.

...to be continued.

Based on the fairy-tale by Ivan Franko

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"..and the Owl shouted,
- Haaaaa, mean Crow! I know you set them against me. But wait, I'm not giving you that. From now on, I and all my tribe declare war on you and your tribe, until the Owl become the King over all the birds."
- This war, my king, - the old minister ended his story, - is still going on and will never end, probably, because there is no hope that the birds will once again choose an Owl as a king.
- So what do we do in that case? Asked the Crow king.
- All ministers suggested you good plans, but to defeat Owls, we need them all together and add a bit of tricks, - replied the old Crow.
- Very well, the king agreed, but how we will do that? Tell me if you know, because I won't think of it.
- I know one way,” the old Crow said, but I can only tell you in private.
The next night, when owls flew out of their mountain, they were surprised because the forest seemed to be empty. Not a single crow was sleeping in their nests. They were watching carefully, and finally, they found an old crow laying under a big oak tree. The crow seemed to be very sick.
- Ah, here you are! - the owls shouted and rushed to tear him apart.
- Hold on, gentlemen, - the old minister (it was him) said in a weak voice. - Don't kill me! You see, I'm so close to death. But I beg you, bring me to your king! I would like to tell him one very very important thing before dying.
The owls listened to the crow's request, took him lightly by the wings, and brought him to their king.

...to be continued.

Based on the fairy-tale by Ivan Franko

Previous Chapters
1 2 3
Next Chapter