The story of half a cockerel

Half Rooster is about a rooster with only one eye, one foot and one wing, but he is very arrogant. He left home and wanted to travel to Beijing. On my way to Beijing, I met water, wind and fire and asked him for help, but instead of helping them, he threw a person when he was down. When it arrived at the gate of the palace, it met the cook, who finally broke its neck and hung it on the bell tower as a weather vane.

The story of "half cock"

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful hen. She has many children, one of whom is an ugly rooster. In fact, he is only half a chicken because he has only one eye, one wing and one leg. But he's proud. He thinks he is the head of the flock. When other cocks make fun of him, he thinks others are jealous of him.

One day, the little cock said to his mother, "Mom, I'm tired of staying in the country." I decided to go to Beijing. I want to see the king and queen. "

"But. Son, "said the mother," why don't you look in the mirror? Don't you know that you are missing an eye and a leg? "

"Can you blame me?" The rooster cried, "It's you. You should be ashamed. Didn't you let me come into this world like this?" This is all your fault! What kind of egg was I born from? Are they male eggs? "

"No, no, my child," cried the mother, "male eggs can only hatch monsters. You are my egg, but you are the last one to hatch. I was exhausted. You were born this way. Look, it's not my fault. "

Seeing that her son's determination could not be changed, the mother said to him, "You can't go to church with the portrait of St. Petrus, but avoid those people who are called cooks." After listening to his mother's words, half a rooster went on his way.

He came to an almost dry stream. When the stream saw the rooster, it shouted to him, "Look, my friend, I am too weak to flow.". I don't have the strength to wash away these annoying branches that stop me from running forward. " If you can peck the branch open with your mouth, it will help me out of trouble. In return, you can not only drink my water to quench your thirst, but also count on me to work for you if the rain restores my strength. The little cock replied, "I can help you, but I don't want to help you." "Can turbidity current help me?" "You will think of me before you believe me." The stream gurgled faintly.

"Come on, don't threaten me." The little cock shouted angrily, "You are looking forward to the flood now." He took another step forward. At this time, it met the wind; The wind died down on the ground.

"Dear Rooster," said the wind, "Look, what the summer heat has done to me! If you can lift me a few inches high with your mouth and fan me with your wings, that will be enough. I can fly again and reach the cave where my mother and my sisters-brides of the wind-are mending the clouds torn by me. They will fry a bowl of delicious soup for me to restore my strength. "

"Sir," replied the little cock, "you have played a big joke on me. You used to blow my tail from behind me and spread it like a fan to show everyone my jokes. No, my friend, what goes around comes around. I won't help you. Goodbye, you fool! "

Then it came to a cut wheat field. The farmer lit the stubble and a small column of smoke rose. A little cock jumped nearby and saw a small fire going out.

"Dear rooster," Yu Huo shouted, "you came at the right time. Please save my life. I'm going out without fuel. I don't know where my brother Feng is. He always came to help me when I was killed. Bring me some straw and let me burn it. " "What do you have to do with me?" The little cock shouted.

"Who knows if you need my help one day?" Yu Huo said, "No one can predict what will happen tomorrow!"

"hey!" "Do you still want to teach me a lesson?" cried the rooster. Here you are! " He covered the embers with ashes and cheered again, as if he had done something great.

Half a cockerel finally came to Beijing. It stopped in front of a church and asked, "What church is this?" Someone answered, this is St. Peter's Church. He stood defiantly in front of the church and cried until his throat was hoarse. It deliberately tried to anger the saint and, of course, his mother.

It went into the palace to meet the king and queen. It found a side door where many people went in and out. Someone answered his inquiry and told him that these people were the king's cooks. But he ignored his mother's warning and didn't avoid it. Instead, he raised his crown and went straight to them. A young cook caught him and broke his neck. The cook then brought water to iron the cock's hair.

"Oh, water, my dear water, kind water, help me, don't burn me, have pity on me!"

"Do you feel sorry for me when I ask you for help?" The water replied that it boiled angrily, scalded the rooster from head to toe, and made the young cook lose his feathers easily. The cook put half a chicken on the iron fork again.

"Fire, dear fire, kind fire," cried the evil karma ghost. "You are too strong. For my pity's sake, give me some sympathy. Put out your flame and don't burn me. "

The fire said, "You still have the face to beg me. Don't you forget that you almost suffocated me? " So I burnt it. It was as black as charcoal.

When the cook saw it baked like this, he grabbed its leg and threw it out of the window. He was blown away by the wind.

"Wind, my dear wind, respectable wind, your strength is unparalleled. You never belong to anyone, but you take the most. Please give me sympathy and let me rest on this dunghill. "

"Let you rest?" The wind said angrily, spinning like a top, "never!" " "

The wind finally blew half a cockerel to the spire of the church bell tower. St. Peter grabbed it and nailed it there, so that we can still see it: he was black and thin, naked, and let the wind and rain hit him. It's just that now he doesn't call half a rooster or a weather vane.