Thirsty, a baby bird runs quickly towards the puddle. But oh! It stumbles and lands right in the little puddle! Luckily, help is at hand: The first finger pulls it out, the second dries it off and the third also makes itself useful.
But who actually pushed the baby bird into the puddle?, asks the fourth finger. »I just nudged it,« admits the fifth, the one with the big cap, slightly contrite.
Every child in Iran knows this Persian finger game with the counting rhyme. The puddle is in the palm of the hand of the story teller. And when the bird falls into the water, every finger has its job. The verse starts with the little finger, while the rogue at the end is the big thumb. This makes counting a breeze.
