Stubbornness Potatoes no bounds.
- I don't want to live in a warm bag, said once the Potatoes, and jumped out.
"Where are you going? - shouted the rest of the potatoes. Here your place!
"No, " firmly replied Potatoes. - Not here. Yours is good, but crowded. Will go look for a new Home.
And went the Potatoes in the fields, the hills, and lowlands.
Come on Carrot field. Carrots dances lead, spit green weave, Potatoes to yourself to live name. Settled Potatoes among Carrots. Attracted his life orange, but fun. But could not stand it this life, said goodbye to Carrots.
- Where, why go? - shouted Carrot.
- Well you have, but not my place. Not carrot I to braid weave.
"What do you want? asked Carrots.
- Apparently his, potato something. My color me more attractive to you, and surely I love more than dances led.
So to do all this with us, " asked Carrot.
One is boring, and you're not interested, " said the Potatoes, and went on.
Stubborn kind! - shouted Carrots, and again in dances lined up.
Goes Potatoes fragrant meadows, between white birch and curly rowans.
Suddenly, on the road, his White family Gaibov met. The tall grasses are mushrooms, noble hats glittering, round the sides of the wheel.
Lived Potatoes fungi. Something like he had. The sun was hot, mushrooms tales to each other talk, the rain will water the leaves dry hide.
And then, didn't like the Potatoes, gathered to leave.
- Where, why? ask Mushrooms.
- Own stories I want to write, Yes potato life to live.
- So tell us their stories.
"And you listen only mushroom tales can.
Long traveled Potatoes. Many interesting places visited, learned a lot.
And when he came to the potato field where potatoes tumbled Yes tales wrote, I realized the most interesting to him, to live here! And left. But, forever? I think he does not know...
© Copyright: Anastasia Unbelieva, 2011