Translated by Dan from the Romanian folktale Borta vântului, which has
been collected by Mihai Eminescu (poet, novelist, journalist from the
nineteenth century – one of the most famous and influential
personalities from that era in Romania).
There was once a poor, very poor man – and he had plenty of children. There was famine in those times, and he worked a whole week for a scoop of grains. So now he went with them to the grinder. After grinding, just when he was out with his scoop of flour, a big storm started and took away all the flour in the scoop. Then he got into a terrible fury.
“I won’t let myself be done like this” – so he makes a wist of straw and starts his way.
A guy asks him:
– Where are you going, pal?
– I’m going to fill up the wind’s asshole, since he spread out my flour.