The death of a horse is a celebration of a dog

The death of a horse is a celebration of a dog
Proverb
The old woman was kneading dough in the dark of the morning and went to see her ox.OO!!!.....No oxen,the corral is pierced on the side of the street.Let the farmer`s house burn down,but let the ox not be lost.It takes many times to drop a pot into the water to find a sack of straw,ten or fifteen stalks,a cart of reeds,and an ox.
People are accustomed to the sound of screaming:someone is beaten by her husband,someone`s house is hit by a letter.But,all were gathered with the dodge of a woman..Qobil bobo,bare-headed,bare-footed,stood by the door of the corral,trembling,his knees bent,his eyes widen,he looks at everyone,but doesn’t see anyone.The women curse the thief,the dog barks and the chickens bark..It is said that one can not believe that an ox can fit in such a small hole.Qobil bobo`s neighbor,the noseless fifty,entered.He went into the corral reviewing the hole,the pole on which the ox was tied;for some reason he shook the pole,then called Qobil bobo and whispered:
“Your ox will not go anywhere,it will be found!”
His inspection gave Qobil bobo hope and made him happy.The old man cried.
-God bless….
People were arguing about when and with what tool the thief had broken through the wall,where he had taken the ox,and at what market he could sell it.The commotion subsided.The old woman stopped crying and blessed the Ellikboshi.
Ellikboshi saw the thief`s hole again.Qobil bobo was walking behind him and crying.
“Don`t cry,don`t cry!”The ox will be found……………..