(büdösbanka: wheat banka - ed.)
Once upon a time, across seven hundred and seventeen countries, there was a beautiful bird. It was called, and still is called, the stinking bank. As he flitted to and fro, this way and that, he saw a beautiful, neat nest in one place. He looked at it closely and began to ask the other birds:
- What kind of bird is this nest? Who made this? How cleverly done!
The other birds told him:
- This is the magpie's nest, he did this, the magpie.
Well, then the stinking banker went as far as to meet the magpie and asked him:
- Did you make this nest?
The magpie said:
- Me.
- "Please," says the banker, "help me, let's make me one of those clever nests. Teach me too, I'll pay you well.
The magpie was willing.
- "Come on," he says, "let's go and collect some material.
They went and carried thorns, branches, straw and whatever else they needed. When they had gathered everything, the magpie looked for a suitable place to build his nest. He said to the stinking bank:
- Now, look here!
He took a branch.
- Do it anyway you like.
Then the stink bank said:
- I know, I know.
Then he bought another branch.
- Just like that, just like that.
The bank said again:
- I know, I know.
He also bought the third branch.
- Just so, just so.
- I know, I know.
By the third, by the fourth, the magpie was beginning to notice, "Hey you, he says I know, I know!"
Five times, six times, seven times, eight times all the stink-bank said, and when the magpie had got the poison in his magpie - he had only the bottom of the nest, it was only the shape of my palm - the magpie got angry and said to the stink-bank:
- Well, if you can, do it yourself!
The magpie flew away, and the stinker was left behind. Even today, if someone sees a stinkbug nest somewhere, that's all (shows palm), and the eggs roll off it. When he hatches the little birds, they have to cling to the bottom of the nest (he points with curled fingers) so that they don't roll off, because the ones that do roll off can't climb back in.
So the stinkbank left his nest just as the magpie had left it when he got angry. Ever since then it has lived and lived as well as it could.
(Ágnes Kovács: Folk tales for kindergarten children)
