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A fairy tale for the smartest

Overnight. Decent Slippers do not go so late and do not show their nose on the street. But not ours! This one is always curious. And the adventure began, it would seem, with a trifle. «Oh, what a star over there, next to the month!» – exclaimed unfortunately the Slipper, lifting her toe to see the star better, but because of the thick cherry foliage – nothing happened. «Don’t be nice these cherries! Never again will I eat a single one, since everything is so! " – Slipper was upset. It was dark outside. But I wanted to look at the starry sky on which the stars were located like precious stones. Was not!

The slipper smoothed her gold bows and cautiously looked out the door. The night was warm and pleasant in every sense. The frogs croaked harmoniously, and the crickets sang along to them. Sometimes some sleepy bird gave a voice, chirping, she fell silent, and in the bass in this natural orchestra, frogs performed. «Music» was unimaginable!

The Slipper dared to go around the cherry, and after walking a little more, the Starry Sky opened up in front of it. The stars were laid neatly in a row, then figuratively, forming with their clusters a variety of wonderful views. And that, bright, shone exactly next to the month beautifully, almost in its half-circle. The Slipper stood on its toe and slightly raised itself to better see the star. Yes, and froze in admiration! And suddenly someone nearby loudly and unexpectedly shouted: «Wow!» Unable to resist, the Slipper, having made a somersault in the air, tripping over some snag, fell, finally, reaching the ground. «What is it? Who is it?» – she exclaimed in a fright. «It’s me, Owl, I’m here in the foliage on a branch,» someone answered her and again hooted menacingly, «Wow!» «Owl??? I don’t know any Owls! Where is Sowa from here?? – Slipper answered indignantly, collecting her gold bows, sparkling in the dark like jewels, – But I fell because of the one who said this: wow! " «I am not at all to blame here, I am the wisest in the area, I know this for sure!» – answered the Owl. «But how is that? I fell! And I lost all my bows! Help! No one will protect me!? " – the poor Slipper was indignant. «Usually I protect everyone. I am the judge here because I am the wisest. Now I will protect you. Calm down, – the Owl answered in a calm and reasonable tone, having stopped shouting, – I am listening to you attentively: what happened to you?»