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Once, one old shaman gathered his tribe by the fire and said:

"Listen to an old fairy tale, which shows that one of what you can’t tell about, and talks about what you cannot point to."

While everyone was trying to understand the meaning, what they heard, the shaman smoked the phone and began his story:

One mother went with her son to the south to rest. How long, briefly, we got to the gap in the mountains, put a tent, live.

Once, a boy walked through the forest and met him a raccoon. The boy shouts to the raccoon: "Go away from the road!" The raccoon did not even think to leave, stood on his hind legs and scaredly threw his eyes. The boy was scared and ran away.

The boy came running to his mother, told her about his meeting with the raccoon and cried.

- Why are you crying? - asked mom.

- Mom, who is cowardly, I or the raccoon?

“Of course you, the raccoon was not afraid of you, and you were scared.”

The boy cried even more.

“You have only one thing left, find a raccoon, kill, and eat his heart,” said mother in a strange voice.

The boy took his folding knife, a bottle of Coca-Cola and a pie, put them in his backpack and went into the forest. The boy wandered around the mountains, wandered, and found a raccoon. With a flashlight, he saw that a raccoon with his raccoon and a small raccoon was sitting in the den.

“You scared me, now I have become more kind of raccoon, so I have to kill you and eat your heart,” the boy shouted.

- Yes, I did wrong, in vain I turned my eyes. Well, kill me, I will not resist, ”said the raccoon, leaning back on his back.

The boy took out a knife, killed a raccoon, cut his heart out of him and ate.

After that, he joyfully went home, all the raccoon soaked in the blood. But his joy quickly changed to envy. “What a good raccoon, he gave himself to kill himself to correct his guilt. What the evil I am, he killed a raccoon only in order to become a little brave,” he thought with bitterness.

The boy came running to his mother, told her about his meeting with the raccoon and cried.

- Why are you crying? - asked mom.

- Mom, who is kinder, me or a raccoon?

- Of course, raccoon, he let himself be killed, but you did not let yourself be killed.

The boy cried even more.

“You have only one thing left, to find a raccoon family, and help to educate his child,” Mom said in a strange voice.

The boy went into the forest and began to live with a raccoon, get food, clean the den. A month later, he himself turned into a raccoon, and his mother went home, because her vacation was over.

Once a boy-bout for food for a raccoon went and met another boy. The boy shouts to the boy-too: "Go away from the road!".

The boy’s boy did not even think to leave, because he became brave, like a raccoon. The excavation boy stood on his hind legs and thoroughly threw his eyes. The boy was scared and ran away.

The boy came running to his mother, told her about his meeting with the raccoon and cried.

- Why are you crying? - asked mom.

- Mom, who is cowardly, I or the raccoon?

“Of course you, the raccoon was not afraid of you, and you were scared.”

The boy cried even more.

“You have only one thing left, find a raccoon, kill, and eat his heart,” said mother in a strange voice.

The boy took his folding knife, a bottle with Pepsi-Cola and cheesecake, put them in his backpack and went into the forest. The boy wandered around the mountains, wandered, and found a raccoon. With a flashlight, he saw that a boy is sitting in the den.

“You scared me, now I have become more kind of raccoon, so I have to kill you and eat your heart,” the boy shouted.

- Wow, how cunning. I will kill you myself.

The boy’s boy killed the boy, and he ate his heart. As soon as he did this, he immediately turned into a boy. A former-bout boy went, now just a boy, to the mother of the boy he killed, and, pretending to be her son, said:

- Mom, I killed a raccoon, and now I'm as brave as a raccoon.

“You're lying, you are not my son, but I am not a woman whose wife you killed to become brave as a raccoon.” And you did not kill a boy, but my eldest