About the eccentric frog (How the little frog was looking for dad). Musical tales G

Tsyferov Gennady Mikhailovich

About the eccentric frog

Gennady Tsyferov

About the eccentric frog

Fairy tale first

One day a little frog sat by the river and watched a yellow sun swim in the blue water. And then the wind came and said: “Doo.” And wrinkles appeared along the river and the sun. The wind got angry and said again: “Doo, doo, doo.” Very much. He apparently wanted to smooth out the wrinkles, but there were more of them.

And then the frog got angry. He took the twig and said to the wind: “And I will drive you away. Why are you wrinkled the water and your beloved sun?”

And he drove the wind, drove him through the forest, across the field, through a large yellow ditch. He drove him into the mountains, where goats and sheep graze.

And all day there the little frog jumped after the wind and waved his twig. Someone thought: he drives away the bees. Someone thought: he scares the birds. But he didn’t scare anyone or anything.

He was small. He was an eccentric. I just rode in the mountains and was grazed by the wind.

The second tale

And yesterday a red cow came to visit the little frog. She hummed, shook her smart head and suddenly asked: “Excuse me, green one, but what would you do if you were a red cow?”

I don’t know, but for some reason I don’t really want to be a red cow.

But still?

I would have dyed my hair from red to green anyway.

Well, what then?

Then I would saw off the horns.

What for?

So as not to butt heads.

Well, what then?

Then I would file the legs... So as not to kick.

Well, and then, then?

Then I would say: “Look, what kind of cow am I? I’m just a little green frog.”

The third tale

He probably would have been small all his life, but one day this happened.

Everyone knows what they are looking for. And he himself did not know what the frog was looking for. Maybe mom; maybe dad; or maybe a grandmother or grandfather.

In the meadow he saw a large cow.

Cow, cow,” he told her, “do you want to be my mother?”

Well, what are you talking about, - the cow mooed. - I’m big, and you’re so small!

On the river he met a hippopotamus.

Hippopotamus, hippopotamus, will you be my daddy?

“What are you doing,” the hippopotamus smacked his lips. - I'm big, and you're small!..

The bear did not want to become a grandfather. And here the frog got angry. He found a small grasshopper in the grass and said to it:

Well, that's it! I am big and you are small. And I will still be your dad.

Tale Four

What are butterflies? - asked the grasshopper.

“Flowers are scentless,” answered the frog. - In the morning they bloom. In the evening they fall off. One day I was sitting in a meadow: a blue butterfly had bloomed. Her wings lay on the grass - the wind stroked them. Then I came and stroked it too. I said, "Where do these blue petals come from? Probably flying around the blue sky."

If the blue sky flies around, it will turn pink. If the blue sky flies around, the sun will bloom. In the meantime, we must sit in the meadow and stroke the blue petals.

The fifth tale

Everyone wants to be bigger. Here is a goat - he wants to be a ram. The ram wants to be a bull. Bull - elephant.

And the little frog also wanted to become bigger. But how, how to do this? Pull yourself by the paw? - does not work. Behind the ear too. But there is no tail...

And then he went out into a large field, sat down on a small hillock and began to wait for the sun to set.

And when the sun began to set, a shadow began to grow from the frog. In the beginning she was like a goat; then - like a ram; then - like a bull; and then like a big, big elephant.

Then the little frog rejoiced and shouted:

And I'm a big elephant!

Only the big elephant was very offended.

“And you are no elephant,” he said to the frog. - This is your shadow, a big elephant. And you, you are just like that - a big eccentric at the end of the day.

Fairy tale first
One day a little frog sat by the river and watched a yellow sun swim in the blue water. And then the wind came and said: “Doo.” And wrinkles appeared along the river and the sun. The wind got angry and said again: “Doo, doo, doo.” Very much. He apparently wanted to smooth out the wrinkles, but there were more of them.
And then the frog got angry. He took the twig and said to the wind: “And I will drive you away. Why are you frowning at the water and your beloved sun?”
And he drove the wind, drove him through the forest, across the field, through a large yellow ditch. He drove him into the mountains, where goats and sheep graze.
And all day there the little frog jumped after the wind and waved his twig. Someone thought: he drives away the bees. Someone thought: he scares the birds. But he didn’t scare anyone or anything.
He was small. He was an eccentric. I just rode in the mountains and was grazed by the wind.

The second tale
And yesterday a red cow came to visit the little frog. She hummed, shook her smart head and suddenly asked: “Excuse me, green one, but what would you do if you were a red cow?”
- I don’t know, but for some reason I don’t really want to be a red cow.
- But still?
- I would still dye my hair from red to green.
- Well, and then?
“Then I would saw off the horns.”
- What for?
- So as not to butt heads.
- Well, what then?
- Then I would file the legs... So as not to kick.
- Well, then, then?
“Then I would say: “Look, what kind of cow am I? I'm just a little green frog."

The third tale
He probably would have been small all his life, but one day this happened.
Everyone knows what they are looking for. And he himself did not know what the frog was looking for. Maybe mom; maybe dad; or maybe a grandmother or grandfather.
In the meadow he saw a large cow.
“Cow, cow,” he told her, “do you want to be my mother?”
“Well,” the cow mooed. - I’m big, and you’re so small!
On the river he met a hippopotamus.
- Hippopotamus, hippopotamus, will you be my dad?
“Well, what are you doing,” the hippopotamus smacked. - I'm big, and you're small!..
The bear did not want to become a grandfather. And here the frog got angry. He found a small grasshopper in the grass and said to it:
- Well, that's it! I am big and you are small. And I will still be your dad.

Tale Four
- What are butterflies? - asked the grasshopper.
“Flowers are scentless,” answered the frog. - In the morning they bloom. In the evening they fall off. One day I was sitting in a meadow: a blue butterfly had bloomed. Her wings lay on the grass - the wind stroked them. Then I came and stroked it too. I said, “Where do these blue petals come from? Probably flies around the blue sky.”
If the blue sky flies around, it will turn pink. If the blue sky flies around, the sun will bloom. In the meantime, we must sit in the meadow and stroke the blue petals.
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The fifth tale
- What are stars? - the grasshopper once asked.
The little frog thought and said:
- Big elephants say: “The stars are golden nails, they nail the sky.” But don't believe it.
Big bears think: "Stars are snowflakes that forgot to fall." But don't trust them either.
Listen to me better. I think the big rain is to blame.
After a big rain, big flowers grow. And it also seems to me that when their heads reach the sky, they fall asleep there with their long legs tucked under them.
“Yes,” said the grasshopper. - This is more like the truth. Stars are big flowers. They sleep in the sky with their long legs tucked under them.

Tale six
Everyone wants to be bigger. Here is a goat - he wants to be a ram. The ram wants to be a bull. Bull - elephant.
And the little frog also wanted to become bigger. But how, how to do this? Pull yourself by the paw? - does not work. Behind the ear too. But there is no tail...
And then he went out into a large field, sat down on a small hillock and began to wait for the sun to set.
And when the sun began to set, a shadow began to grow from the frog. In the beginning she was like a goat; then - like a ram; then - like a bull; and then like a big, big elephant.
Then the little frog rejoiced and shouted:
- And I’m a big elephant!
Only the big elephant was very offended.
“And you are no elephant,” he said to the frog. - This is your shadow, a big elephant. And you, you are just like that - a big eccentric at the end of the day.

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And then the frog got angry. He took the twig and said to the wind: “And I will drive you away. Why are you frowning at the water and your beloved sun?”

And he drove the wind, drove him through the forest, across the field, through a large yellow ditch. He drove him into the mountains, where goats and sheep graze.

And all day there the little frog jumped after the wind and waved his twig. Someone thought: he drives away the bees. Someone thought: he scares the birds. But he didn’t scare anyone or anything.

He was small. He was an eccentric. I just rode in the mountains and was grazed by the wind.

The second tale

And yesterday a red cow came to visit the little frog. She hummed, shook her smart head and suddenly asked: “Excuse me, green one, but what would you do if you were a red cow?”

I don’t know, but for some reason I don’t really want to be a red cow.

But still?

I would have dyed my hair from red to green anyway.

Well, what then?

Then I would saw off the horns.

What for?

So as not to butt heads.

Well, what then?

Then I would file the legs... So as not to kick.

Well, and then, then?

Then I would say: “Look, what kind of cow am I? I'm just a little green frog."

The third tale

He probably would have been small all his life, but one day this happened.

Everyone knows what they are looking for. And he himself did not know what the frog was looking for. Maybe mom; maybe dad; or maybe a grandmother or grandfather.

In the meadow he saw a large cow.

Cow, cow,” he told her, “do you want to be my mother?”

Well, what are you talking about, - the cow mooed. - I’m big, and you’re so small!

On the river he met a hippopotamus.

Hippopotamus, hippopotamus, will you be my daddy?

“What are you doing,” the hippopotamus smacked his lips. - I'm big, and you're small!..

The bear did not want to become a grandfather. And here the frog got angry. He found a small grasshopper in the grass and said to it:

Well, that's it! I am big and you are small. And I will still be your dad.

Tale Four

What are butterflies? - asked the grasshopper.

“Flowers are scentless,” answered the frog. - In the morning they bloom. In the evening they fall off. One day I was sitting in a meadow: a blue butterfly had bloomed. Her wings lay on the grass - the wind stroked them. Then I came and stroked it too. I said, “Where do these blue petals come from? Probably flies around the blue sky.”

If the blue sky flies around, it will turn pink. If the blue sky flies around, the sun will bloom. In the meantime, we must sit in the meadow and stroke the blue petals.

The fifth tale

Everyone wants to be bigger. Here is a goat - he wants to be a ram. The ram wants to be a bull. Bull - elephant.

And the little frog also wanted to become bigger. But how, how to do this? Pull yourself by the paw? - does not work. Behind the ear too. But there is no tail...

And then he went out into a large field, sat down on a small hillock and began to wait for the sun to set.

And when the sun began to set, a shadow began to grow from the frog. In the beginning she was like a goat; then - like a ram; then - like a bull; and then - like a big, big elephant.

Then the little frog rejoiced and shouted:

And I'm a big elephant!

Only the big elephant was very offended.

“And you are no elephant,” he said to the frog. - This is your shadow - a big elephant. And you, you are just like that - a big eccentric at the end of the day.

TALE ONE

One day a little frog sat by the river and watched a yellow sun swim in the blue water. And then the wind came and said: “Doo.” Wrinkles appeared both along the river and the sun. The wind got angry and said again: “Doo, doo, doo.” Very much. He apparently wanted to smooth out the wrinkles, but there were more of them.

And then the frog got angry. He took the twig and said to the wind: “And I will drive you away. Why are you frowning at the water and your beloved sun?”

And he drove the wind, drove him through the forest, across the field, through a large yellow ditch. He drove him into the mountains, where goats and sheep graze. And all day long the little frog jumped after the wind and waved the twig. Someone thought: he drives away the bees. Someone thought: he scares the birds. But he didn’t scare anyone or anything.

He was small. He was an eccentric. I just rode in the mountains and was grazed by the wind.

TALE THIRD

He probably would have been small all his life, but one day this happened.

Everyone knows what they are looking for. And he himself did not know what the frog was looking for. Maybe mom; maybe dad; or maybe a grandmother or grandfather.

In the meadow he saw a large cow.

“Cow, cow,” he told her, “do you want to be my mother?”

“Well,” the cow mooed. - I’m big, and you’re so small!..

On the river, the frog met a hippopotamus.

- Hippopotamus, hippopotamus, will you be my dad?

“Well,” the hippopotamus smacked his lips. - I'm big, and you're small!..

But the bear did not want to become either a father or a grandfather.

And then the frog got angry. He found a small grasshopper in the grass and said to it:

- Well, that's it! I'm big and you're small. And I will still be your dad.

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