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A little louse and a little flea lived together in one household and brewed their beer in an eggshell. One day the little louse fell in and was scalded. At this the little flea began to cry out loudly. Then the little room door said, "Why are you crying, little flea?" – "Because the little louse has been scalded."

Then the little door began to creak. A little broom in the corner said, "Why are you creaking, little door?" – "Why shouldn't I creak? The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping."

Then the little broom began to sweep furiously. A little cart came by and said, "Why are you sweeping, little broom?" – "Why shouldn't I sweep?

The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping, the little door is creaking." Then the little cart said, "Then I shall run," and began to run at a furious pace. The little dung heap it ran past said, "Why are you running, little cart?" – "Why shouldn't I run?

The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping, the little door is creaking, the little broom is sweeping." Then the little dung heap said, "Then I shall burn fiercely," and burst into bright flames. A little tree stood beside the little dung heap and said, "Little dung heap, why are you burning?" – "Why shouldn't I burn?

The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping, the little door is creaking, the little broom is sweeping, the little cart is running." Then the little tree said, "Then I shall shake myself," and began to shake until all its leaves fell off. A girl coming along with her little water jug saw this and said, "Little tree, why are you shaking yourself?" – "Why shouldn't I shake myself?

The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping, the little door is creaking, the little broom is sweeping, the little cart is running, the little dung heap is burning." Then the girl said, "Then I shall break my little water jug," and she broke it. The little spring from which the water welled up said, "Girl, why are you breaking your little water jug?" – "Why shouldn't I break my little water jug?

The little louse has been scalded, the little flea is weeping, the little door is creaking, the little broom is sweeping, the little cart is running, the little dung heap is burning, the little tree is shaking itself." "Well," said the little spring, "then I shall begin to flow," and it began to flow at a terrible rate. And everything drowned in the water: the girl, the little tree, the little dung heap, the little cart, the little broom, the little door, the little flea, the little louse, all of them together.