Once upon a time, there was a judge in Iregen, from Üregen to Dorog. The judge of Ireg had a little son and a little cock.
How could he not, this little rooster once found a button with no ears in the rubbish heap. He stood on top of the hill and started crowing:
- Kukuriku, kukuriku, here's the button, the earless one!
The judge's son heard what the rooster was crowing. He started to chase him, cornered him, grabbed him, and took the earless button from him.
The rooster was very angry, and he stood up on the hill again and started crowing:
- Cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo, all the roosters of the village come here!
The roosters of the village were gathered together, and the judge's rooster told them of his great sorrow:
- Kukuriku, kukuriku, the judge's son has taken away my earless button!
The village roosters were angry, and one of them, the cleverest, advised:
- If that's the case, we should stop crowing at dawn. If we do not crow, the sun will not rise and the village will always be in darkness at night!
The judge's rooster was delighted that his partners were sticking together like this, and said:
- And anyone who breaks our decision has no business in the village.
And so it happened. The roosters crowed no more that day, and night fell on the village. Everyone was still fast asleep when, at dawn, one of the roosters woke up, forgot the agreement and crowed. It turned into a big row: the others immediately drove him out of the village.
Yes, but one by one the other roosters did the same: every morning one of them forgot about you, and the others drove him out of the village. And the day came when the rooster was the only one left in the village.
Well, he sat there all night long in the attic mouth, not closing his eyes for a moment. He was careful not to forget himself, and his crowing did not make the sun rise on Ireg.
Time passed, dawn was approaching, but the rooster did not open his mouth. Well, as he sat there, he noticed that the sky was dawning in the east, brightening, and suddenly the bright sun appeared on the horizon.
The little rooster was so angry that the sun had risen without his crowing that he became dizzy with anger, fell through the attic door and broke his neck.
Since then, there hasn't been a rooster in Ireg, and the children of Ireg don't eat bread baked with rooster's milk.
(Ágnes Kovács: Folk tales for kindergarten children)
