Fox and the Goat

A fox ran, the crows gazed – and got into the well. There was little water in the well: you can not drown, and even jump out. The fox sits, grieves. There is a goat – an intelligent head, goes, shakes with a beard, rolls up by birth; looked from nothing to do in the well, saw a fox and asked: “What are you doing, you little fox, do it?” “I’m resting, my dear fellow,” answers the fox, “it’s hot up there, so I climbed here.” Oh, how cool it is here so well! Voditsy chilly – how much you want! A goat wants to drink a long time. “Is the water good?” The goat asks. “Excellent,” replies the fox. “Clean, cold!” Jump here, if you want; here we both will have a place.
The goat jumped foolishly, he did not crush the fox. And she told him: “Ah, a bearded fool, and I could not jump-I sprinkled everything.” The fox jumped up onto the back, from the back to the horns, and out of the well. Nearly there was not a goat gone with hunger in the well: for some reason they found him and dragged him by the horns