Original text of Lice and Fleas

A louse and a flea share a room. One day, while they were brewing beer in an egg shell, a louse accidentally fell in and was burned. The little flea started to scream. The small door asked it: "Little flea, why are you screaming?" "The louse is burned."

The small door then creaked. The broom in the corner heard it and asked: "Little door, why are you screaming?" "Shouldn't I scream? The little louse burned himself, and the little flea was crying sadly." After hearing this, the little broom swept frantically. Get up. A small tow truck passed by and asked: "Why are you sweeping the floor, little broom?" "Shouldn't I sweep? The little louse burned himself, and the little flea was crying sadly. The little door kept creaking. "

After hearing this, the little trailer said: "Then let me run." Then he ran like crazy. When passing a pile of embers, the embers asked: "Why are you running so fast, little trailer?" "Shouldn't I run? The little louse burned himself, the little flea was crying sadly, and the little door was creaking desperately. "Creak, the little broom is sweeping the floor." Then the ember said, "Let me burn brightly." A small tree next to it asked it: "Why are you burning again?" "Shouldn't I be burning? The little louse burned himself, the little flea was crying sadly, the little door was creaking desperately, and the little flea was crying desperately. The broom was sweeping the floor, and the small trailer was also running."

The little tree then said: "I think I should shake myself." As he said this, he kept shaking and shaking the leaves. Shake it all over the floor. A little girl carrying a water jug ??came over. When she saw Xiaoshu, she asked: "Xiaoshu, why are you dumping yourself like this?" "Shouldn't I dump you? The little louse burned himself, and the little flea is here. Crying sadly, the door of the small room was creaking desperately, the small broom was sweeping the floor, the small trailer was running endlessly, and even the embers rekindled themselves."

When the little girl heard this, He said, "Then I should break this jug too." Then he smashed the jug into pieces. The bubbling spring asked: "Girl, why did you break the pitcher?" "Shouldn't I have broken it? The little louse burned himself, the little flea was crying sadly, the little door was creaking desperately, and the little broom was I kept sweeping the floor, the little trailer kept running, and the little tree kept swaying."

"Oh, oh!" Quanyan said, "Then I should try harder." It began to flow continuously. Then everything was submerged: the little girl, the little tree, the embers, the little trailer, the broom, the little door, the little fleas and the little lice, they were all submerged.