Romanian folk story: the story of the sheep and her bell

the owner gave a silver bell to the young sheep, who was personally tied to her neck.

little bells of tintin, sounding sweetly.

in order to show that she's different, she jumps and jumps, shakes her head and makes a silver bell ring.

she ran into the forest, drilled through the plum bushes, accidentally hung the silver bell on the stings and hung it in the air.

she said to the plum tree, "give me my little bell! that's my bell!" and she said, "you hang it up, pick it up!" and she said, "well, you're so bad! i'll find a way to punish you." she went to an old saw, and she said to him, "hey, help me! the plum tree took my silver bell and refused to give it back to me." "well, how can you do it?" the saw replied, "and i've lost my teeth, sawn my teeth, i can't saw!" "well, look how bad you are!" dear fire, burn that old saw!" "why should i burn him? it's old enough to have no teeth, i won't burn." "well, you're so bad!" she came to the creek and said to the stream, "o beautiful stream, i come to ask for your help! pelican tree took away my silver bell.

i asked the saw to turn him off, and the saw refused, and said, "i can't saw, i can't saw." i went to the fire and asked the saw to burn, and the fire said, "why should i burn him?" the saw did not move.

"why do i have to put out the fire? the fire loves the old saw.

it's right.

i'm not going to do it." "well, you're as bad as they are!" i'll see what i can do to punish you! "cow friends, come and help me! plum trees take away my silver bell! if i refuse to return, i ask the old saw to cut off the plum tree, and the old saw won't help and says, "i can't do it, i can't do it." i went to beg for fire and burned the saw, and the fire said, "i don't burn it.

the saw is dead." and i went to the brook, and i let it burn out, and the brook said, "the fire loves the old saw.

he did the right thing.

i didn't burn the fire." "friends of bulls, go and drink and drink the creeks." the cows answered, "the creek is right." we won't drink dry creeks for you!" "the old wolf, the old wolf, help!The pelican tree took away my silver bell from me, and I asked the old saw to cut it off, and the old saw refused to saw it, saying, "I can't saw it, I can't." I begged the saw to burn it, and the fire said, "I won't burn it, it's indeed blunt." And I begged the creek to burn it out, and the creek said, "Flame loves the old saw, I can't put it out." I went to the cow and asked the cow to dry up the water, but the cow said, "The creek is perfect, so we don't drink dry water." Old wolf, go and eat all the oxen!" "No!" said, "I'm full and I don't like to deal with oxen.

Bull's horns are sharp, I'm scared.

Go away or I'll bite you to death!"