Boldoggüi Bor Övgön, a mischievous old fellow, tended to his seven brown ewes, each one more precious to him than gold. His two grey horses, one capable of soaring through the sky, stood tethered on either side of his humble abode. "Today, my small-eared ewe shall bring forth a white-faced lamb," he mused, gazing fondly at the expectant ewe.

Boldoggüi lay beside the newly born lamb, its white face a symbol of purity under the celestial canopy. Suddenly, a shadow swooped down, and the mischievous old fellow watched in horror as a carrion-crow pecked at the lamb, robbing it of its sight. "Curse you, vile crow sent by Indra!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the hilltop.

Determined to avenge the lamb, Boldoggüi soared to the crow's nest, where he replaced their bills with wooden ones. "Let this be a lesson," he proclaimed, his mischievous grin widening as the crows squawked in dismay.

Anticipating Indra's wrath, Boldoggüi cleverly switched his horses, leaving the non-flying steed as bait. When two wolves came prowling, they devoured the wrong horse. "A pity for you, but a victory for me," he chuckled, watching from afar.

Indra, furious, sent two devils to his hut. Boldoggüi, unfazed, was boiling horse cuds when they peered through the walls. With a swift motion, he scalded their faces, sending them howling into the night. "You should have known better," he taunted.

Despite Indra's final attempt with dragons, Boldoggüi outsmarted them as well, cutting off their tails and preserving his home. Summoned to Indra's presence, he stood firm, explaining his actions with wit and charm. "I merely acted in defense of my home and flock," he declared. In the end, the goddess acknowledged his cleverness, and Boldoggüi Bor Övgön returned to his hill, where he lived happily ever after with his seven brown ewes and flying grey horse.