Elemel the sparrow had a bowl, a spoon, and a saucepan. In the bowl he washed himself, though he was a bird, in the pot he boiled porridge, and with the spoon he stirred the bird's soup left and right. But there came bad weather, cold winds, unpleasant cold, Long nights and short days. Flies and berries disappeared, food became harder and harder to find. Should we fly south? But sparrows tend to stay in the country for the winter. To leave the nest? No way! Cold? Cold? That's a tough one. You know that fairy tale?
