The Louse and the Flea



Lous burns herself and Flea screams. More and more things escalate until the well overflows and drowns everything.

A little louse and a little flower lived together in a household and brewed beer in an eggshell. The little louse fell into it and burned himself. The little girl began to scream loudly. Then the little parlor door said, "Why are you screaming, little flea? "Because the little louse got burned.
Then the little door began to creak. Then a little broom in the corner said, "What are you creaking about, little door?" "Should I not creak?
Little louse has burned herself, little flea is crying."
Then the little broom began to sweep horribly. Then a little carriage came along and said, "What are you sweeping, little broom?" "Should I not sweep?
Little lice burned, little flea cried, little door creaked."
Then the little carriage said, "I will run," and began to run terribly. Then the little man, whom he was running past, said, "What are you running for, little carriage?" "Shouldn't I run?