Once upon a time, across seventeen countries, even across the glass mountains where the little pig with the short tail roams, there was a canary's kid. This little canary lived at the edge of the forest, and one night, as he was going to bed, a wolf came to his door and called him:
- You little bastard, let my head in!
- "I won't let go," said the little chicken, "because you'll eat me.
- Don't be afraid, little dog, I just want to warm up a bit.
The little tom opened the door, just enough for the wolf to poke his head in.
Then he asked the little canary:
- You little bastard, let me in!
- I dare not, for you will eat me.
- Don't be afraid, little chicken, I just want to get warm.
The little mare opened the door wider, and let the wolf in by the waist.
- Oh, it's hot!" said the wolf. - 'Let my tail warm up, little mare, and let it warm up too.
The little tom thought: if the head and the waist are in, let the tail be in, and let the wolf in all the way. And the wolf sat down by the furnace, and said:
- Little chicken, give me bread and bacon!
He gave him bread and bacon. But when the wolf had dozed off after his good dinner, the little cook changed his mind: if he woke up, he would eat him too - suddenly he boiled a pot of water, went out of the house, scalded the wolf through the window, so that the hair suddenly fell from his head, and with that he suddenly climbed up a tree.
Hey, my lord, the wolf gave a great howl, ran out of the house, howled into the forest, and in a moment nearly three hundred wolves were gathered. The three hundred or so wolves played the organ and bared their teeth so that the forest roared and roared.
Then the three hundred or so wolves went under the tree, and stood on top of each other to get the little canary down from the tree. But the almost three hundred wolves couldn't reach the little canary. Then they started howling, and three more wolves came and stood on the heads of the three nearly hundred wolves.
Well, little chicken, what are you doing now?! Your life is over!
He thought one thing, and started shouting at the top of his voice:
- Hot water for the bald man, hot water for the bald man!
Hey, the bald wolf was frightened, he jumped out from underneath the nearly a hundred wolves, and the nearly a hundred wolves fell down so low that they all died at once.
The bald wolf ran off into the world, and the little mare skinned the skins of almost a hundred wolves and sold them at the fair for a good price.
If the little mare hadn't sold the skins of nearly a hundred wolves, my story would have lasted longer.
(Elek Benedek: Hungarian tale- and mythology Volume 3)
