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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?
Little lice burned, little flea cried, little door creaked, little broom swept."
Then the little man said, "I will burn terribly," and began to burn brightly. There was a little tree next to the dunghill, which said, "Dunghill, why are you burning?" "Shall I not burn?
Little louse has burned himself, little flea cries, door creaks, broom sweeps, carriage runs."
Then the little tree said, "I will shake myself," and began to shake so that all its leaves fell off. A girl saw this and came up with her water jug and said, "Little tree, why are you shaking?" "Shouldn't I shake myself?
Little louse has burned himself, little flea cries, little door creaks, little bean sweeps, little carriage runs, little dung burns."
Then the girl said, "I will break my water jar," and she broke the water jar. Then the fountain from which the water was flowing said, "Girl, why do you break your water jar?" "Should I not break my water jug?
Little lice burned, little flea cried, little door creaked, little broom swept, little carriage ran, little dung burned, little tree shook."
"Well," said the fountain, "I want to start flowing," and began to flow terribly. And everything drowned in the water, the girl, the little tree, the little manure, the little wagon, the little broom, the little door, the little flower, the little louse, everything together.