THE ROLLING ROLL

There lived an old man and his wife. The old man said one day: - Why dont you bake me a roll, my dear? - What shall I make it from? Theres no flour! -- Oh, old woman! Sweep up the pantry and scrape up the flour tin – youll find enough!

So the old woman did just that: She swept and scraped up two handfuls of flour.

She mixed the pastry with sour cream and rolled out a roll, fried it in butter…

…and put it on the window sill to cool down.

The roll got fed up of sitting on the sill…

and rolled from the window to a bench,

…from the bench onto the floor.

Then he rolled to the door,

jumped over the threshold into the entrance hall…

from the entrance hall to the porch,…

from the porch into the courtyard,…

from the courtyard through the gate,…

further and further…

As he was rolling down the path a hare approached it and said: Rolling roll, rolling roll, Ill eat you! No, dont eat me, dear hare, better listen to my song:

Im a rolling, rolling roll! Swept up from the pantry, Scraped from the flour tin, Mixed in with some cream, And baked in the oven I was placed on the sill. But I ran away from the old man, And I ran away from the old woman, And Ill run away from you, hare!

And the roll rolled away before the hare even saw it move!

It rolled on and met a grey wolf: -Rolling roll, rolling roll! I will eat you up! - Dont eat me, grey wolf: Ill sing you a song.

And the roll sang: Im a rolling, rolling roll, swept up from the pantry, scraped from the flour tin, mixed in with some cream, and baked in the oven, I was placed on the sill. But I ran away from the old man, and I ran away from the old woman, and I ran from the hare. And Ill run away from you, wolf!

And the roll rolled further…

…until it met a bear: -Rolling roll, rolling roll, Ill eat you! -Hey, clumsy, why eat me? Better listen to my song:

Im a rolling, rolling roll, swept up from the pantry, scraped from the flour tin, mixed in with some cream, and baked in the oven I was placed on the sill. But I ran away from the old man, and I ran away from the old woman, I ran from the hare, I ran from the wolf, from you, bear, I shall also run!

And the roll rolled further…

…until it met a fox: -Hello, rolling roll! How fine and glowing you look! The roll was happy to receive such praise and he sang his song:

Im a rolling, rolling roll, swept up from the pantry, scraped from the flour tin, mixed in with some cream, and baked in the oven I was placed on the sill. But I ran away from the old man, and I ran away from his wife, I ran from the hare, I ran from the wolf, I ran from the bear. From you, fox, I shall also run!

- What a sweet song! – said the fox. – What a shame that this old fox is hard of hearing. Why dont you sit up on my nose and sing that song once more!

The rolling roll was pleased that his song had been appreciated, he jumped onto the foxs nose and sang his song again.

But the fox said: -Rolling roll, rolling roll, will you sit up on my tongue and sing that wonderful song again? The rolling roll jumped onto the foxs tongue…

…and the fox gobbled it up!

THE END