Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev

Somehow the Cat went to the river to catch fish and met the Fox at the very edge.

The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice: “Hello, fluffy cat! I see you are going to fish?”

“Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.” said the cat.

The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly: “Maybe you can treat me to a fish, too?” And then all the chickens and ducks …

Cat chuckled. “So be it. I’ll give you the first fish.”

“I don’t know how to thank you.” said the fox.

“OK OK”

“Hello, brother!” Wolf croaked.

“Do you go fishing?”

“Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.” said the cat.

“Well, will you throw some fish for me, brother? And then all goats and sheep, goats and rams … I would like something fast!”

Cat chuckled. “Okay. The first fish is for Fox, and the second is for you!”

“Well done, brother! Thanks!” said the Wolf.

“OK OK”

And everyone went further, closer to the river.

The Cat is walking through the forest, the Fox is running after him, whispering to himself: “My first fish, my first fish!”

The Wolf hobbles behind, muttering: “And my second one! And my second!”

Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket and saw a cat with a fishing rod, he roared: “Hey, son! Are you catching fish?”

“Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.” said the cat.

“Listen, son, won’t you give me, an old man, a fish? I love fish to death! And then all bulls and cows, with horns and hooves …”

The cat grinned in his mustache, says: “I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and you will have the third one.”

“Let the third one, only the biggest one!” said the Bear.

“Okay.”

And they went further, closer to the river.

The Cat is walking ahead, the Fox is running after him, the Wolf is sneaking behind the Fox, and the Bear is stomping behind everyone.

“The first fish – mind you, mine!” the fox whispers.

“And the second one is mine…” the Wolf mutters.

“And the third one – like this – is mine!” Bear growls.

So they all came to the river.

The cat took off the bag, put a bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, the Wolf and the Bear have settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.

He planted the Cat on the hook of a worm, threw a fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. Buddies in the bushes also keep their eyes on the float. Are waiting.

Fox whispers: “Catch, fish, big and small …”

And suddenly the float trembled. The Fox gasped. “Oh, my fish are biting!”

The float on the water danced and jumped; circles ran from him in all directions.

“Pull! Pull! Get my fish!” the fox screamed.

The cat was frightened – pulled.

The fish flashed silver and with a splash went under the water.

“Broke!” Wolf croaked. “Hurry, stupid, raised a cry … Well, now it’s my turn! Mine won’t break!”

The Cat planted a new worm on the hook and threw the bait again.

The wolf rubs its paws and says: “Catch, fish, big and large … Catch …”

Just then the float shuddered and went for a walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod in its paw.

“Don’t pull!” Wolf growls. “Let the fish hold on tight.”

The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately. “Now drag it!” Wolf commanded.

The cat pulled the fishing rod – at the end of the fishing line, a bare hook dangles.

“Wait,” the fox chuckled. – “Your fish ate the whole worm!”

The cat planted a new worm on the hook and cast the bait for the third time.

“Well, it’s quiet now!” the Bear barked. “ If you scare away my fish – I’ll tell you! .. Here it is !!!”

The float all went under the water, the fishing line stretched like a string: it is about to break …

“Ho-ho!” – Bear rejoices. “That’s mine! As punished, the biggest!”

The cat is barely holding on to the shore: a fish, just look, it will be dragged into the water.

Now a terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water …

That’s catfish!

“I’m the first, this is mine! .. I won’t give it !!!” , the Fox suddenly shrieked and rushed into the river.

“ No-o-o-o, you’re naughty … Mine will be!” the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox.

The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs: “Robbed! .. Robbers! ..”

And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are pulling out fish from each other. The bear did not think for a long time and, with a run, also flopped into the water.

The water in the river boils like a cauldron. Every now and then someone’s head pops up: either a fox, or a wolf, or a bear. Why they fight is unknown. The fish have long since gone.

The Cat grinned in his mustache, wound up his fishing rod and went to look for another place. Where is calmer.