напишите мне сказку на английском языке! плизик! молю!!!

А на татарском можно?

Mishka-toed through the forest is.
Szyszko collects, singing songs.
Suddenly fell cone directly to him in the forehead.
Mishka angry, and nogoyu top!

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Once upon a time there lived a little squirrel. And to make a long story short, everybody died.

It started innocently enough. I asked my two best friends to spend the weekend with me while my parents were out of town.
You see, things were starting to get tense. It was our senior year. According to our guidance counselor (консультант у середній школі, який надає допомогу учням у виборі професії. Прим. автора) it was time to think about the future. Trouble was we weren’t ready to do that. Oh, we did what we had to. We prepared for the SAT’s (Scholastic Aptitude Test – тест на перевірку здібностей і нахилів учнів. Прим. автора) , visited the colleges of our choice and attended countless opened career nights, but the excitement of leaving school was tempered by a cold hard fear of unknown. We’d pig out junk food, gossip about classmates and absolutely avoid any subject having to do with the future. In other words we acted like kids.
“I can’t believe senior year is almost over,” Kelli said, stuffing the last of pizza slice in her mouth.
“Me either,” I agreed, “and I’ve never even gone out with Joe.”
Oh, give it up, Lisa,” Kelli said. “The guy is hopelessly in love with Karen Anderson and has been since we were freshmen. He isn’t interested in anyone else.”
“You shouldn’t take it to your heart,” Pam said and put her arm around me in mock sympathy. “Nobody can come between those two. It would take a “love portion” from Madam Elena to get him to look at you.”
“Madam who?” I asked.
“Oh, come on Lisa, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of her.”
I looked at Kelli for support, but she knew of her too. “She’s trip,” she said, “My sister went to see her when her boyfriend broke up with her.”
“You’re kidding! What happened then?”
“She gave her some substance in a little pouch,” Kelli explained. “It looked like pepper. She told her to sprinkle it on his photo every night and wish for him to come back.”
“Well?”
“Well what? They got back together. They broke up again later, but that was my sister’s decision.”
“So it really worked?” Pam asked.
“Where does this woman live?” I asked.
Kelli and Pam stared at me.
“Girlfriends,” I announced, “it’s my senior year. I refuse to graduate until I go out with Joe. If it takes Madam Elena to make it happen, so be it!”
“She is nuts,” Kelli said.
“Totally,” Pam agreed. “But I love the idea!”
So that’s how the three of us found ourselves next to Madam Elena’s neat brick house.
“It looks like a nice normal house,” I said trying to calm down my heart.
“You were expecting a castle with a moat?” Pam said sarcastically.
“Stop, girls!” I said. “What exactly should I say to her, ”Deliver Joe to my front door?”
“Sounds well,” Pam said. “Let’s go. We’re seniors! We’re the girls of the world! We know what we want and we go after it. Don’t chicken out!”

Five minutes later we were sitting on a sofa across from a lady with red hair, wearing purple eye shadow and a purple polyester sport suit. I glanced at Kelli and knew immediately what she was thinking of her: Let’s hope she does a job of match-making better than she does matching her wardrobe.
“So, girls,” Madam Elena asked, “What can I do for you?”
I waited for Pam to speak, but she was silent. It was now or never!
“Well,” I began, “There’s a boy…”
Madam Elena shushed me with a wave of her hand. “Yes. Yes. It’s always a boy. Tell me, do you want him to leave you alone or do you want to keep him?”
“Keep him. But I don’t have him yet. I’d like him to notice me.”
The Purple Wonder shook her head knowingly. “Wait here. I’ll be back soon.”
She went up the stairs. Kelli and I burst into laughter. Pam was serious. It was only the sound of heels clicking back down the steps that made us to stop laughing. I wiped my eyes and did all my best to look mature.
“Here we are, girls.” She handed me a small vial filled with a clear liquid. “Now listen carefully. Whenever you’re around this boy, you are to wear some of this,” she said pointing out to the vial. “Dab it on like perfume. Also put a drop of it on his photo.”
“I don’t have any,” I said.

извини но я на русском не смогу написатьsorry
but i won't be able to write it even in Russian