“With this, my strong, slender stick,” said the shepherd.

“Oh me, oh my, I won’t marry you,” cried the bug and ran away.  She ran until she bumped into a mouse.  “Where are you running so fast, veil-wrapped lady dear?” asked the mouse.

“I need to find a good husband,” said the bug, “one who will make me merry and feed me with soft bread of white wheat.”

“Marry me,” said the mouse.

“What will you hit me with when you get angry at me?” asked the bug.

“With this soft little tail of mine,” said the mouse.

“Oh, fine, then I’ll be your wife,” said the bug.

They got married and went to live in a warm mousehole; and mouse went to the mill one day and to the old woman’s breadcloth the next, and to the threshing ground the third day, and to all the granaries in the village in turn, to steal wheat for his pretty bug-wife.

Thief Mouse

Once there was a rock and a walnut.  The rock cracked the walnut’s head.  The walnut ran to its mother and complained about the rock.  Walnut’s mother said to the rock: “Why did you crack walnut’s head?”

The rock said: “Why does the grass cover and choke me?”

The mother said: “Grass, why do you choke the rock?”

The grass said: “Why does the sheep eat me?”

The mother said: “Sheep, why do you eat the grass?”