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Evolution of Popular Dances: Whip, Nae-Nae, Dab

Teens showcase current popular dances

The “Do it Like Me” challenge, which repeats the line “Ooh ooh aah aah ay ay turn up Bet you can’t whip like me, can’t milly rock like me, can’t hit the quan like me” is a widely popular dance routine and is often performed in school hallways and even on the street. Dances like the Whip and the Dab are quickly dominating pop culture. People perform them everywhere, from football fields to the White House to on television shows. Whether we’ve mastered or failed in performing these dances, do we know where they come from or what they mean?

The Whip is by far the most popular dance at the moment. The word “whip” itself is popularized slang for a car and the dance resembles just that. It all started with a YouTube video posted by King Imprint titled “New Dance #Whip” in the summer of 2014, although the dance premiered in Atlanta in the early 2000s. To do the Whip, you lift your leg and put your arm out like you’re driving a car with the seat fully reclined. The Whip spread when football player Odell Beckham was seen dancing it in the field’s endzone. The dance was solidified in pop culture with the release of the single “Watch Me” by Silento. Though definitely not the king of the Whip, Silento provided a catchy, easy-to-follow song that perfectly accompanies the dance. It is easy to whip to essentially any song–just commit to it and whip with confidence.

The Nae-Nae, created by the Atlanta quintet WeAreToonz, is often accompanied by the Whip. The group posted a video on YouTube in 2013 with a song to go with it, “Drop That #naenae.” The dance was inspired by Shanehneh from the TV show Martin. When told the inspiration behind the dance, Nikki Lumbre, ‘16, is surprised that she did not think of Shanehneh. The dance is supposed to resemble a girl dancing in the club in her own way, waving her arms all over the place. To do the Nae-Nae, you wave your hand in the air from side to side, rock low on your knees, and exclaim “huahhh.” This dance is at its best with attitude and sass.

The Milly Rock is a dance mentioned in the “Do It Like Me” challenge. The dance originates from Bed Stuy in Brooklyn by a rapper named 2 Milly, who sings the song “Milly Rock”. The Milly Rock is a two-step that allows for customization by moving your hands in a repeated motion like you are smelling the aroma of food. This dance is more advanced, requiring a lot of practice.

Another dance, made popular via the Vine app, is the Quan. The song “Hit the Quan” by Atlanta rapper iHeartMemphis helped the dance become as popular as it is. The dance is intended to resemble the rapper Rich Homie Quan’s mannerisms and dancing. To hit the quan, you do a low two-step rock and wave your arms back and forth in front and behind. The entire dance sequence is fun to perform and adds different elements to the Quan. Fun fact: the name “Quan” comes from the rapper’s real first name, Dequantes.

Finally, the Dab is another of many dances that originated in Atlanta. The dance was first performed by rapper Skippa da Flippa in one of her videos in 2014. Between Migos, Skippa Da Flippa, Peewee Longway, and Rich The Kid, it remains uncertain who actually invented the Dab. Migos released a song, “Look at my Dab,” in September 2015 that perfectly accompanies the dance. Dab refers to coughing after inhaling a substance. To do the dab, you basically spontaneously sneeze without making contact with your arm. This dance is a godsend for those who, like Carmen Perry, ‘16, “do these dances horribly.” The dab was popularized by Carolina Panthers football player Cam Newton during his victory dance, though he did not invent it.

According to a survey of 93 Stone Ridge students, 64% do not know what any of these dances mean or where they come from. So, the next time you hit the Nae-Nae or the Dab, you will know more about the history behind it.

New Led Fiber Optic Flashlight Whip 360 Degree Multicolor Wand Touch Light Source Using Type Gifts And Weddin Party Decoration

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Item Description

Item Name: LED Fiber Optic Flashlight Whip
Wattage: 2W
Voltage: 12V
Power: 3 x AAA batteries (not included)

surprise your friends - great for dancing, parties and more - high quality, durable LED fiber optic dance whip to switch modes - hold to turn off the power

It's not just a whip, it's not only luminous, soft, colorful, cool

Better to be the best props for stage performers, making you the queen of the nightclub
You are the center of attention!
Come on!

Package Include:

LED Fiber Optic Whip 1pc (not include 3AAA battery)

Use Manual 1pc

LED Fiber Optic Whip Instruction Manual

1: Power on/off switch:

: Turn on the power , give CFL (Color Flash Light) bright white light. b

: Turn off the power.2: Function switch

:: Light press: - Each light press of the function switch will change color.

- after finishing one color, 2 different modes will enter 1. Flash: change color every second. 2: rapid gradual change

Modify as follows

White to red, green to blue to orange, light green to violet to yellow, light blue to pink, red to light brown.

: Press and hold for two seconds: Press and hold for two seconds, you can quickly change the flashing mode: Press and hold for two seconds, you can change the flashing mode to medium speed; press and hold for two seconds to return to normal mode

Change as follows Press quickly for 2 seconds. Flashing for 2 seconds. Average speed. Flashing for 2 seconds. Normal mode.

Press and hold for 4 seconds: allow the light to turn off temporarily, enter sleep mode, if you want to turn on the light again, just press the function switch again to restore. After the light colors enter sleep mode, according to the color of the light at this time, it will automatically adjust to the next color

Edit as follows Press and hold for 4 seconds to enter sleep mode, press one N key to return to color before going to sleep.

Master N: Press the function switch or the power switch will have a different effect

Press the function switch: This is the color or mode before going to sleep

Press the power switch: It will turn off the power or turn on the white light

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Tale Whip the Musician.

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S. Topelius

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Knut. He did not have a father and mother, and he lived with his grandmother in a poor hut on the seashore. The coast was called Pearly, although, in truth, no one had ever found even the smallest pearl here.

Knut had one shirt, one pants, one jacket and one hat. In the summer he ran barefoot - and it's not so bad. And for the winter he had woolen stockings and wooden shoes - that's all right.

Knut was rarely full, but he was always cheerful. But it’s not so easy to laugh when you suck in the stomach from hunger all the time! Not everyone can boast of this!

Knut's grandmother spun wool, and Knut wore it to sell it to Mr. Peterman's estate.

With the money that Knut brought, grandmother bought rye flour, and baked cakes from flour. If the revenue was good, even sour milk appeared on the table. But most often I had to sit on potatoes from my garden. True, it also did not last long - the whole garden was no larger than a grandmother's blanket. How much can you collect from such a piece of land!

One morning Knut was sitting on the Pearly Coast and sorting through yellowish round stones that looked very much like warm boiled potatoes. Only, unfortunately, they could not be eaten, and Knut amused himself by deftly throwing them into the water.

And suddenly he saw a small reed pipe among the stones. It was the most common flute. Knut had a dozen of these: both longer and shorter, and thicker and thinner. But this, of course, was not superfluous either.

Knut put the pipe to his lips and blew lightly.

Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! - the pipe chimed merrily.

The whip blew again, and the pipe pitifully blew:

— Oh-oh-oh! Oh oh oh!

The whip blew for the third time, and the pipe sang affectionately:

- bye-bye! Bye-bye!

Knut put the pipe to his lips again and again, but she didn't know any other song.

Knut hid the pipe in his pocket, and he sat down on a stone near the water. Knut was very hungry that day. Grandmother didn't have anything for breakfast, and there would probably be a little more for dinner.

"Oh, how nice it would be to get into Mr. Peterman's kitchen right now!" thought Knut, and it even seemed to him that he could smell boiled herring.

In order not to sit idly by, Knut decided to cast a line. But the fish, unfortunately, did not bite.

The sea was restless after yesterday's storm. The waves, like large glass mountains, ran up to the shore and, touching the sand, again ran back.

And suddenly one wave - the biggest, the highest - rolled up to Knut's feet, and in the rustle of water he heard the words:

- Knut, have you found the pipe of the sea princess? She only sings three songs. When she sings "Tra-la-la!" - everyone laughs; when she sings: "Bye-bye!" - everyone falls asleep; when she sings: "Oh-oh-oh!" - everyone is crying.

— That's it! Knut said. “So this is a magic pipe?” Yes, I found it, but now I won’t give it away for anything. Go on your way, wave!

The wave rumbled something angrily, but it was impossible to make out what, and receded from the shore.

And Knut took a pipe out of his pocket and began to examine it.

— So, you know how to do magic? Come on, conjure so that the fish do not leave me!

The whip blew into the pipe, and it sang in a drawn-out voice:

— Bye-bye! Bye-bye!

And now - not even a minute had passed - one perch surfaced near the shore, followed by another, after another third, then salmon, pike, whitefish surfaced, and then roach, Baltic herring, smelt and other fast-tailed small things, which are only found in sea. All the fish, chained by sleep, lay on their side, gently swaying in the waves. And there were so many of them that you can even choose with your hands!

“Wow! Today I will have a rich catch!” thought Knut and ran home for a basket.

But when he returned, it was impossible to approach the shore. Wild ducks, geese, swans and other uninvited guests flocked here, sensing prey, and greedily devoured sleepy fish.

The gulls were the most insatiable, the loudest.

— Grab it! Grab it! they shouted at each other so that it was audible for half a mile around.

And suddenly a sea eagle crashed right into the midst of this noisy bird colony. He snatched the largest salmon out of the water and flew away.

Knut almost burst into tears from resentment.

— I'll show you, thieves! he shouted and, seizing a handful of stones, began to throw them at the birds.

To whom he knocked out a wing, to whom he hurt his paw, but the birds still did not fly away.

Who knows how it would have ended, but then a shot hit from the side of the bay, then another and another. After each shot, the birds fell dead into the water and, like fish, swayed on the waves.

Soon almost all the birds were killed, and those that were not caught by the shot scattered in different directions with a loud cry.

At that time a boat with three hunters came out from behind the cape. It was Mr. Peterman with his friends.

The hunters were very happy today. Still would! They have never had such a hunt in their lives!

- Oh, it's you, Knut! shouted Mr. Peterman. “How did you manage to lure so many birds?”

"I didn't lure those birds at all," said Knut. - I played my pipe to the fish, and the birds, apparently, also wanted to listen to my music!

— It seems that you are a very skillful musician, Mr. Peterman said. “From now on, that’s what I’ll call you: Knut the Musician.”

"Well, I agree," said Knut.

And why would he argue? After all, Knut the Musician sounds no worse than, for example, Knut Anderson, or Knut Söderlund, or Knut Mattson.

“Listen, Knut the Musician,” Mr. Peterman said, picking up the dead bird from the water, “what happened to you? You have become skinny as a pole.

— What am I to be like if I have to keep an eye on my dinner? Knut said cheerfully.

“Perhaps you are right,” Mr. Peterman agreed. But today I invite you to my place for dinner. After all, if not for you, we would never have shot so much game. Only come not earlier than four, otherwise the bird will not have time to fry. But don't be late - I don't like to wait.

“Thank you,” Knut said, “I'll be there at four sharp.

And he thought to himself: "For someone who hasn't eaten anything since yesterday, it's not so easy to wait until four o'clock."

Finally, the boat loaded with game set sail from the shore, and Knut went home empty-handed.

— Well, Knut, how many fish have you caught? Grandma asked.

- I didn't catch anything to catch, but to see - I saw a lot. But the birds ate the fish, and Mr. Peterman shot the birds.

- Bad business, Knut! Grandma said. “Today for dinner we only have four potatoes, two herring and half a slice of bread.

“Let it all be yours, grandma,” said Knut. I am not having lunch at home today. Mr. Peterman has invited me to dinner, and I will bring you a piece of cheese in my pocket.

“Just don’t go through the Kiikal forest, Knut,” Grandma said. “Elves live there. There are the possessions of the mountain king, the snow king and the queen of the forests. The best thing is to go along the coast.

— The coast is very far, grandma, and I haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

— Well, go as you like. Do not think about food, otherwise you will want to eat even more.

— Don't worry, grandma. On the way, I will repeat the rules of grammar, - said Knut and set off.

“Is it possible that I will drag along the shore when the road is half as long through the forest!” - thought Knut, and, having reached the turn, he turned onto the path that led directly to the Kiikal forest.

“There are proper nouns and common nouns… What does this mean?” Knut asked himself as he made his way through the forest.

But before he had time to answer this difficult question, he suddenly saw a small, scrawny old man pushing a cart loaded with iron sheets with all his might.

- Hello, hello, Knut the Musician! said the old man. — What is it with you? You have lost a lot of weight!

— How can I get fat when since yesterday I've had nothing in my mouth but grammar rules! But who told you that my name is Knut the Musician?

- I didn't ask anyone. I know who's name is.

This is amazing, Knut thought. “Because even I didn’t know this morning that my name is Knut the Musician.”

- Is there anything I can help you with? Knut asked the old man again. — I see that it is difficult for you to pull this cart.

“Well, help if you want, Musician,” said the old man.

Knut leaned on the cart, and they moved further into the depths of the forest. At the foot of the mountain, hidden in the thicket itself, the old man stopped.

“Well, here we are at home,” he said. “Come with me, Knut, and I’ll give you a big treat for helping me pull the cart.”

"Perhaps it won't be a big problem if I stop by for a minute," thought Knut, and after the old man climbed into the crevice of the mountain.

They made their way through narrow rocky passages for a long time until they finally reached a huge cave.

The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything here sparkled and gleamed with gold, silver, and precious stones.

— Do you really live here? Knut asked.

- Well, yes, this is my palace. After all, I am a mountain king, ”said the old man. And tomorrow I'm celebrating my daughter's wedding. All my courtiers are so busy preparing for the wedding feast that there is no one to take care of my dinner today. So I had to go to the pantry for supplies myself.

"But if I'm not mistaken, you brought some iron," said Knut.

- Not some kind, my boy, but leafy, and also of the best variety. It is much tastier than plain iron ore. Sheet iron is my favorite food, especially if it is heated to white heat. Come on, admit it, have you ever had to eat sheet iron, and even white-hot?

"I don't remember anything," answered Knut.

— Well, now you will know what it is! said the mountain king. “Look, here I am putting two iron sheets into the oven. In three minutes they will be completely white. Then climb right into the oven and bite off a piece of freshly heated iron.

“Thank you,” Knut said, “but I would have preferred a piece of freshly baked bread and a bowl of curdled milk.

- Look at him! exclaimed the mountain king. “This boy doesn’t seem to understand food at all!” Climb, they tell you, into the furnace, the iron is already completely ready!

- No! I won't go into the oven. It's not very pleasant to burn there like a chip!

— What kind of nonsense are you talking about? It's not hot at all. Ordinary room temperature.

And, grabbing Knut by the collar, the old man dragged him to the blazing furnace.

At this point Knut did not hesitate for a long time: with all his strength he rushed out of the hands of the old man and rushed to run.

Fortunately, he immediately found a way out of the cave. He ran straight through the forest, not making out the road. The thorny juniper bushes grabbed his jacket as if they wanted to tear it off his shoulders, the spruce branches pricked his eyes, the heather and blueberries clung to his legs.

Only when the stone mountain was left far behind did Knut take a breath.

“It was not without reason that my grandmother said that one should not go through the Kiikal forest,” thought Knut, walking along the path. And to make walking not so scary, he again began to repeat the rules of grammar:

“There are proper nouns and common nouns… What does this mean?”

Meanwhile, it was getting colder and colder in the forest.

"What does this mean?" Knut thought in surprise.

The ground was steeply covered with snow, and a huge snowy mountain rose across the road.

“That's the thing! Knut thought. “Winter in the middle of summer!” He took a few steps across the snow and suddenly fell into a deep hole.

When Knut got to his feet, there was no forest, no path. He stood in a glittering ice palace. All the walls of the palace were decorated with mirrors of the purest ice, the floors were covered with carpets of sparkling frost, and the ceilings were strewn with snow stars.

Clumsy snow effigies rolled from corner to corner, and in the middle stood a snow giant - straight, motionless, stiff. His beard was made of ice icicles, his dressing gown was made of thin, crisp ice, and his shoes were made of frozen berry juice.

- Hello, Whip-Musician! said the giant. - What happened to you? You melt like an icicle in the sun.

“What is surprising in this, if since yesterday I have not eaten anything but a piece of red-hot iron,” answered Knut, chattering his teeth from the cold.

“Still, don't get excited, young man,” said the giant. - I am the snow king and I demand composure from all my subjects. That is why they make real snowballs: strong and round. And I'll make you round like a ball too... Hey, Snow Scarecrow! Dip this boy seven times in ice water and hang him on a branch - let him freeze well!

- Wait! Knut shouted. I'm already cold from head to toe. Give me better a mug of fresh milk and a piece of fried meat.

- You're too hot, too hot!.. Hey, Snow Scarecrow! the giant ordered. “Give this boy a piece of frozen mercury and a mug of fever!”

Here Knut would have come to an end if he had not suddenly remembered his pipe. The whip hurriedly put it in his mouth and began to blow with all his might.

Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! - the pipe began to play:

And immediately the giant's face twisted - either from anger, or from laughter. He was beside himself with rage, but for some reason, for no reason at all, he wanted to laugh. Laughter cut him off. And the more he got angry, the louder he laughed. He laughed so, laughed so hard that icicles fell with a clang from his hair and beard. He was shaking with laughter, and in the end his knees gave way, and his head rolled off his shoulders and shattered into smithereens.

And all his courtiers also rolled with laughter and rolled until they completely collapsed.

Even the ice mirrors in the palace burst with laughter.

Knut almost laughed himself, but still he played and played his pipe until the whole palace turned into a huge snowdrift... A snowstorm broke out. A whirlwind of snow picked up Knut, whirled him around and carried him somewhere...

When Knut opened his eyes, he was again standing on the forest path. The snow melted, streams rustled throughout the forest. Summer is back again.

"Now I'll keep my eyes open," Knut thought as he made his way through the forest.

But before he could take even a few steps, he suddenly saw a wonderful green meadow. There were so many strawberries that it seemed as if all the grass was spattered with red droplets.

“Perhaps no big trouble will happen if I eat a little for years. After all, dinner will not be until four, ”Knut thought.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand for strawberries, all the berries rushed from him in different directions.

“Gee! Knut thought. “Everything seems to be enchanted in this forest, even strawberries.”

He leaned down to the very ground and only then saw that it was not strawberries at all, but tiny forest men - elves. They were no taller than strawberry bushes, and they were all in red skirts and red caps.

And on the green hummock in the middle of the clearing sat the elf queen herself.

- Hello, hello, Knut-Musician! the queen said. “So it was you who scared all my people away?”

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” Knut said, bowing to the queen, “but I mistook your subjects for ripe strawberries.

- Poor boy! the queen exclaimed. - You must be very hungry?

— How can I be full if since yesterday I have been nothing but red-hot iron and frozen mercury! Knut said.

“Yes, you probably won’t be fed up with this,” the elf queen agreed and, turning to her ladies-in-waiting, ordered: “Give him poppy dew and a mosquito leg!” Let the poor man eat his fill for once.

“Thank you,” Knut said. "But wouldn't it be better if you gave me a basket of strawberries and a pail of milk?"

— What a rude fellow you are! the queen exclaimed. “It’s not enough that you came to my kingdom without asking and crushed thirty of my loyal subjects!” You still dare to argue with me!.. Hey, forest spiders! Here! Get to work!

And immediately thousands of long-legged spiders descended from the trees. They surrounded Knut from all sides and began to entangle him with cobwebs.

Knut tried to break the web with his hands, but his hands seemed to be stuck to the jacket. He wanted to run away, but could not take a step, as if he were swaddled. His eyes were covered with a thick web of cobwebs, and he ended up falling into the grass like a mowed down man.

Well, laughter rose all around! The whole forest glade laughed at him. Elves have never had so much fun! They jumped and jumped around Knut, danced on him, tickled his nose and neck and were generally delighted with all this fun.

— Now lie here until you ask for a drop of dew and a mosquito leg! they squeaked in his ear.

"Bad business," thought Knut. And suddenly a great idea came into his head.

“Listen, little elves,” Knut pleaded, “so that you don’t get angry with me, I’m ready to eat not just a mosquito leg, but even a piece of cane!” Let someone take it out of my pocket and put it in my mouth.

Everyone knows that elves are very curious. Therefore, they, of course, wanted to see how this person would eat cane.

And then four daredevils climbed, as if into a deep abyss, into Knut's pocket. With difficulty they dragged out the reed pipe and dragged it first up Knut's arm, then over his shoulder, then along his neck, all the way to his chin. Then they took hold of her at once, lifted her up and put them to Knut's lips.

Again the elves began to dance and jump around the Whip. They laughed so loudly that one might think that whole clouds of mosquitoes were squeaking over the clearing.

And Knut, as soon as the pipe was in his mouth, blew into it lightly and the pipe sang plaintively:

— Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

And immediately the merry laughter died down in the clearing. Then it became audible how one drop fell on the grass, then another, then a third, and now it was as if the sudden rush of rain roared. Knut, although he did not see anything, immediately guessed that it was the elves crying. He even felt sorry that these little cheerful creatures were so grieving.

"Listen," Knut said at last, "if you release me, I will order my pipe to cheer you up." If you don't set me free, you will shed tears forever!

The elves could not imagine anything worse than this. Sobbing loudly, they rushed to tear the cobwebs from Knut, to unravel his arms and legs.

Finally, Knut stood up to his full height and looked around at his little enemies. Well, they looked pathetic!

Still, Knut could not deny himself the pleasure of frightening them once more.

He blew into the pipe again, and it again lingered and plaintively:

— Oh-oh-oh!..

Poor elves! More than anything in the world they wanted to laugh, and this terrible pipe made them cry.

But Knut did not torment them for long. He once again blew into the pipe, a loud, cheerful song sounded over the clearing.

Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! - the pipe was filled.

What happened to the elves! They nearly went crazy with joy. They jumped so high that they could even reach the larks in the sky. The whip kept shaking as the elves rained down on him like autumn leaves.

"Well, it's time for me to go," Knut said as the elves danced to their heart's content. Goodbye, little elves! Have fun, but don't forget about my pipe!

And Knut set off again.

“I have already met the mountain king, the snow king and the elves. I wonder what the queen of the forests will treat me to? .. ”Knut thought, walking through the forest.

He did not go very far, when suddenly he saw a swamp overgrown with cloudberries on the side of the path.

“What if I eat some berries? Knut thought. “I think it's the most common cloudberry—it doesn't walk, doesn't talk, doesn't cry, and doesn't laugh.”

At the edge of the swamp lay a huge old spruce tree, apparently fallen down by a storm. Parting the thick, shaggy branches, Knut climbed through the thick trunk. And suddenly - he froze with fear - the spruce tree rose to its full height, and the Whip hung high above the ground, clinging to a branch.

— Who dares to disturb me after dinner? - Spruce spoke in a hoarse, raspy voice. “Ah, it’s you, Whip-Musician!” What, you don't know where you are? I am the queen of the forest. My possessions stretch for seven miles around. Do you see what a beautiful palace I have?

Knut looked around, but for seven miles there was nothing to be seen but a wild, impenetrable thicket.

Trying to be as polite as possible, Knut asked if he could come down to the ground to collect some cloudberries.

— What! Cloudberries? spruce rustled. - If you're hungry, eat moss. I will order you to give seven wagonloads of moss. This will be a real royal treat!

— Thank you, — said Knut, — but I would very much like to eat a cartload of apple jelly and seven barrels of honey.

- Kissel, you say? Yes, I will make jelly out of you! .. Hey, my faithful eagle! Take this boy! You can make dinner out of it for your chicks!

Knut raised his head. Only then did he see a huge eagle at the top of the fir tree, which looked at him with bloodthirsty eyes. Although Knut himself was not averse to having dinner, he did not really smile at getting an eagle for dinner. He wanted to jump down, but there it was - thorny branches firmly held his arms and legs.

Knut is quite depressed. And suddenly he felt some kind of light touch - as if a grasshopper ran down his sleeve, jumped on his collar, jumped up on his chin. Knut squinted his eyes. It was a little elf. When all the elves in the clearing danced and jumped around Knut, he got into Knut's pocket and got stuck there.

With difficulty, as if from a deep abyss, he now got out of his pocket and dragged behind him a magic pipe, which was six times larger than himself.

— Play! said the elf, putting his pipe to Knut's lips. The whip squeezed the pipe between his lips and blew into it.

- bye-bye! Bye-bye! the flute sang long.

And immediately the spruce began to yawn, to stretch with all its branches, and finally, muttering something about the ignoramuses that prevented her from sleeping after dinner, again stretched out in the swamp ...

When Knut got out from under the branches, the whole forest snored like as if a good hundred bears were roaring. Even the bloodthirsty eagle's eyes were closed, and, flapping its wings heavily, it flew away, falling asleep on the fly.

Knut quickly climbed over the fallen trees and came out onto a country road.

From here it was very close to Mr. Peterman's estate.

Knut quickened his pace. But no matter how he hurried, he was still late for dinner.

When Knut entered the house, everyone was already sitting at the table in the dining room eating roast duck. The duck, apparently, was very tasty, and the guests tirelessly praised the hunter who shot it and the cook who fried it.

- Welcome Musician! said Mr. Peterman, seeing Knut. Why are you late for dinner?

— How could I not be late when I had already been to dinner parties four times and tasted red-hot iron, frozen mercury, mosquito leg seasoned with morning dew, and seven cartloads of moss for dessert! Knut said cheerfully.

- Wow, isn't that too much? I'm afraid you overeat! exclaimed Mr. Peterman. "It's good, at least we didn't expect you." After such delicacies, you, of course, will refuse an ordinary roast duck! And he winked merrily at the guests, very pleased with his joke. “And so that you don’t get bored watching us eat,” Mr. Peterman added for consolation, “play your pipe for us, Knut!” You are a great musician!

"Perhaps this will be more difficult than eating red-hot iron and frozen mercury," Knut thought.