Dujo, My friend who lives in Germany, and whose house was located in my neighborhood, this summer brought back with him Super Nintendo games, and invited me to come to his house to play along. I was delighted at his call, so I rushed to eat as soon as the potatoes baked. I was hoping that we would succeed this year in Super Mario finally killing the last dragon and saving the princess. But my father ordered me to first take back granddad's cow Rumenka from pasture to barn. Her grandfather that morning tied her to the usual place on the meadow by the river Cetina.
Reluctantly, I had to listen. No problem for a nine-year, I thought. I've been many times with the grandfather's cow until it was returned and I know how it works. Anyway, now there is a barn nearby, so that it can be done quickly. The weather was sunny and the water level is low in Cetina, and I look at the willows and poplars that grow along the shore, and it was really nice. As I drove Rumenka intending to return her back, there were resulting problems. The animal stopped and dug and stubbornly refused to move.
"Well, what now?" I said, as I pulled her toward the barn. "You're probably still hungry?" Well, you were on the lawn all day. As I understood it, she said with a sad and drawn out mooing. I had already begun to lose patience. Grandpa would always get her to listen when she was returned and I was not clear why she fails to listen to me. I could have had her in that barn so far three times, but in fact we could hardly move a few meters. Again, the sad and lingering lowing. Then I remembered. I picked one branch with a willow rod, and with its help somehow managed to drag her to the barn.
I joyfully went to Dujo's home, but I stopped at the creaking old wooden door. I turned and saw that the Rumenka had come to me. Obviously I pushed a good latch, so she was able to open it. She stood on the site and looked at me silently. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. An idiot, I thought. I was getting angry now. Another mocks me.
I went to my father. He was sitting at a table in the living room and repairing mixer for cakes. I told him that I did everything right, but the cow stubbornly refused to stay in the barn.
Immediately realizing what it was about, he asked me: "And, did you provide drink for it?"
I banged my hand on my forehead. So, in that bush is a rabbit! "It seems that I forgot something," I said to him.
My father left the tools and mixer on the table and went to Rumenka. He took her back to the river, and after she drank she calmly headed for the barn. Satisfied that everything ended so smoothly, I rushed on the double towards Dujino's home, while my father's voice penetrated in my ear: "He who has no head, a leg!"