The beginning of the fairy tale: https://zen.yandex.ru/media/skizi/skazka-pro-kota-i-mraka-kamen-vremeni-chast-1-5f1ddd88bd3a507b1b03bc78
The idea was bad. This was clear from the very beginning. But they didn’t have another. Gloom broke out a thicker twig for the cat and turned his back. The cat, in a wreath of leaves, climbed importantly onto its back. He sat down like a real king and intercepted the twig like a scepter. Darkness resolutely went to the clearing.
“Ooooh, great god!!!” the Cat began to cry. “Ooooh, muuuudry voooooins!!
“Aaaaaaaa!!!” the people in the clearing screamed in fright.
But the professor screamed the loudest and nearly jumped into the fire himself.
— Who are you? — Finally, the leader came to his senses.
“I am the God of Thunder!! I’ve been watching you! — drawled the Cat.
— God?! Then you don’t want me!! — The leader bleated and pushed the shaman forward. He turned so pale that the red runes on his brow almost flared.
— Not!!! I need you!!” the Cat howled.
The shaman was delighted and quickly disappeared into the crowd. The whole tribe huddled behind the backs of the warriors, who, in turn, stood behind the leader. The leader himself would like to hide behind someone else’s back, but he could not afford it.
“Eeeee what do you want?!” he bleated.
— I treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee — Howled the Cat.
“What kind of sacrifice?!” the leader was surprised. And immediately declared. I won’t give you meat!
«Give the professor back!» the Cat demanded and pointed at him with a twig. The professor already stood aside, but now he was completely left in splendid isolation. The crowd hurried to back away from the subject objectionable to the gods.
— Yes … Take it! — The leader was delighted. «We don’t really need him.» This prochresor.
The professor was delighted, finally realizing who was who, and quite quickly darted behind the Darkness.
«Stone,» he hissed. — Request a stone!
-What stone? the chief muttered, and clutched his necklace in his fist.
“A stone on your neck!!” the Cat yelled so piercingly that the whole tribe fell to their knees. Only the leader remained standing.
“But… let me…” he muttered. “It’s… it’s… a gift from the Moon itself!” Isn’t she offended?
“I am the God of Thunder!!” the Cat howled, feverishly thinking what else to weave.
— But Luna… She is so capricious! If she gets offended, hot flashes will begin. The forest will drown in the river and we will be left without food! I beg you, have mercy!
— I’ll deal with Luna! Luna is my sister! You have nothing to fear, glorious warrior!!
— Say that she sent you here for her stone! — The professor intervened.
— What? — Cat didn’t hear.
— What? — Asked the leader. — Do you want to return the gift to the Moon?!
He was horrified. He fell to his knees and clutched his heart. His face was flushed with blood and his mouth silently opened and closed.
-It seems that the leader of that, this one, was enough of a candraty. — whispered the Darkness.
-Uh… leader… how are you?! Everything is fine? Luna is an ordinary girl! We will agree with her!
The leader turned pale, then blushed, unable to utter a word. The blasphemy that he heard about the holy goddess of the moon just killed him. But he could not punish the offenders. Because it was immediately clear, then, too, the gods! And if they devoted their whole lives to the wrong prayers?! How could the God of Thunder be angry now?! But to give the stone was not conceivable. Gifts of the goddesses are not scattered! This is treachery, blasphemy, this simply cannot be allowed!
— It seems that the leader is about to die! — The professor said too loudly, leaning out from behind the Darkness.
“The leader is dying!!” the shaman yelled.
— The leader is dying!!! — yelled the warriors. And the rest of the tribe followed suit.
“Wait a minute!!” the Cat yelled, slapping the professor on the sirloin with a twig.
He absurdly jumped, jumped forward and fell on the leader. He was fidgeting, trying to get up, quite accidentally grabbed a stone and …. two disappeared in a bright flash. Leader and professor.
“Here… a radish!” Only the cat managed to say before the warriors pounced on them.
Maybe these glorious men were afraid of the God of Thunder, but only because the leader himself was afraid of him! They themselves revered and idolized only the leader. And he was closer to them than some unknown God of Thunder. And certainly it was impossible to let this Thunder disappear his leader. It is clear that the matter is not clean, so you need to quickly exterminate this Thunder! And there you look, and the leader will return!
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