The North Wind and the Sun has been archived, but our mods seem to be inactive and haven't noticed, so here's another translation challenge. Courtesy of /u/RomanNumeralII, who suggested Schleicher's fable in one of the skype chats.

On a hill, a sheep that had no wool saw horses, one of them pulling a heavy wagon, one carrying a big load, and one carrying a man quickly. The sheep said to the horses: "My heart pains me, seeing a man driving horses."

The horses said: "Listen, sheep, our hearts pain us when we see this: a man, the master, makes the wool of the sheep into a warm garment for himself. And the sheep has no wool."

Having heard this, the sheep fled into the plain.

I'll post my translation in the comments soon.