In ancient times, the camel grew wonderful horns and deer horns were not. The camel was very proud of his horns, and always bragged about them.
And most of all he loved over the deer to make. Meet a deer and immediately begin to tease:
- Not a beast, and a freak! Look at the disgusting Gololobova!
Again in the evening when the camel was looking at his reflection in the lake of the woods ran a deer. The camel saw him again, began to brag:
- No one has horns like mine! I even Yak jealous!
Approached the deer, the camel, bowed his head and said sadly:
- Invited me to visit tiger. I will go to him as ugly, with the forehead bare! Give me a camel, its horns for one night. Morning comes to drink, you can have them back.
Gave camel stag on the evening of their wonderful horns, the deer and went to visit. In the morning the camel came to the lake – no deer. Was the camel to drink, saw his reflection in the lake – flinched, his head lifted up: very ugly itself seemed without horns.
“Rather – I think – would have brought my deer horns. And then I look disgusting”.
Took another SIP-another, again, lifted her head, began to look right, left: not whether deer antler give.
Waited all day in vain, the deer brought antlers.
Again, the next day a camel came to the lake again, waiting for the deer. All the time the head was lifted up not to see my reflection, everything looked: there are no deer nearby.
Only this time the deer appeared. Because when he went to the lake, chased after him ferocious wolves.
Barely escaped from them the deer in the nearby forest and stayed there to live forever.
Many years have passed since then, how the camel lost its antlers. And only now as I see it is in the water his reflection, immediately lifts his head, turns it right and left: not whether a deer, not does his horns.
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