I ran
this story through Google Translate. It turns out Google Translate isn't great at Hungarian to English yet. The story was strange to begin with I think, but the translation makes it sublime.
The little sphere
Where he was, where he wasn’t, beyond seventy-seven countries where the little short-tailed pig is touring, there was once a poor man, his wife and three daughters. There was nothing else in the world like a little pig, no, but they nursed it too! He was fat enough to crack. Well, in order not to waste their piglets, they were killed, scorched, their bacon, meat and sausages were placed on the smoke, and they were eaten slowly over the winter. In the spring, there was nothing but the little sphere from the pig. Say the poor woman once to her older daughter:
"Come on, daughter, go up to the attic and get the little ball."
The girl rises, she wants to take down the sphere, but as soon as she touches it, the sphere just sounds:
- What do you want, hey, do you want to eat? I'll eat you! - And hamm, you got it!
The poor woman could not imagine where her daughter would stay so long, send the middle one, go after her aunt, they would bring that sphere. The girl rises, but it also acted just like her aunt: the little sphere - hamm! - Get it. Hey, the poor woman was upset! That he had never seen them stay there for so long because of the useless little sphere.
"Come on, daughter," he tells the youngest girl, "tell your aunts to bring the ball, because I'll turn their heels back."
The little girl goes up at a high speed, but the little sphere catches her too.
"Stop it," says the poor woman, "and then I will bring you down as a sphere, after all." He ran up the ladder with great anger, but if he ran up, he stayed there, the little sphere him too - hamm! - Get it.
The poor man is coming home, so there is neither a woman nor dinner. He searches, yells, "Hey, ma'am, hey, where are you, where have you been ?!" He shouted at his daughters, they had no dust. He looked under the bed, behind the stove, picked up every nook and cranny, they were nowhere to be found. Then he went up to the attic to see if they were there. There he sees the little sphere. Think to yourself, then help yourself, cut off the little sphere, and have dinner if the woman isn't home. But as he walked there, the little sphere shouted angrily:
- What, do you want to eat too? It won't be anything! - S hamm! he grabbed the poor man, too.
Well, it was the miracle of God so far that the little sphere was not torn off; he could only handle four somehow, but when he caught the poor man, he puffed, tore off, and fell. Then he began to roll, he rolled down the ladder, out into the courtyard, out of the courtyard out into the street, and there he caught an army of biting men and women, and he caught them; he rolled on, out on the highway, where a regiment of soldiers met him, he also got caught. Even that wasn't enough for the insatiable sphere. He rolled on, catching a condom boy on the side of the road, who was just eating the bell pepper. Well, he went with the condom boy. He had a good pointed knife with a wooden handle on the condom boy, and when he just grabbed it, the knife got stuck in his mouth and ripped it through. One after another, the soldiers, the biting people, the poor man and his wife and three daughters spilled out. Then everyone ran wherever he saw. There they left the cracked little sphere at the edge of the ditch.
If the little sphere hadn’t cracked, my tale would have lasted longer.
A condom boy on the side of the road, who was just eating the bell pepper, indeed.