The Little Bun

ONCE time ago, there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, “Old woman, make me a little bun.” “What can I make it from? I have no flour.”

“Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour. «The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour.

She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door.

Then it rolled over the threshold to the entrance hall, from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard trough the gate and on and on.