(THE ÆSOP FOR CHILDREN )
RERAKONTE PAR ‘TON DEV
TEXSOURS:The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Æsop for Children, by Æsop
1. THE WOLF AND THE KID
There was once a little kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the kd paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone.
He was all alone. The sun was sinking. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. A chilly little wind came creeping with them making scary noises in the grass. The kid shivered as he thought of the terrible wolf. Then he started wildly over the field, bleating for his mother. But not half-way, near a clump of trees, there was the wolf!
The kid knew there was little hope for him.
“Please, Mr. Wolf,” he said trembling, “I know you are going to eat me. But first please pipe me a tune, for I want to dance and be merry as long as I can.”
The wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he struck up a merry tune and the Kid leaped and frisked gaily.
Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward. In the still evening air the Wolf’s piping carried far. The shepherd dogs pricked up their ears. They recognized the song the wolf sings before a feast, and in a moment they were racing back to the pasture. The wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, with the dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for turning piper to please a Kid, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.
Do not let anything turn you from your purpose.
1. ZISTWAR LOULOU EK TIBOUK
Enn fwa dan enn pei ti ena enn zenn tibouk. So korn ti pe koumans pouse e sa ti fer li kwar ki li ti fini vinn enn gran bouk ki ti kapav debrouye tousel. Enn tanto kan troupo kabri ti pe pran sime lekiri e ki so mama ti pe apel li, nou zenn tibouk ti fer koumadir li pa ti tann nanye e li ti kontinie manz lerb tann dan patiraz. Enpe pli tar ler li ti lev latet, troupo ti fini ale e li ti tousel dan patiraz.
Soley ki ti pe kouse. Long-long lonbraz lor lerb ti pe ranpe. Enn ti labriz fre ti pe may-may ar bann lonbraz la dan enn sifleman ki ti fer tibouk gagn tranbleman. Seki so mama ti dir li lor loulou ti vinn dan so lespri. Li pa ti rapel sime pou retourn lakaz. Li ti koumans galoup dan tou direksion kouma fouka e anmemtan kriye, “Maaaa! Maaaa!” pou apel so mama. Lerlamem, deryer enn touf, li ti trouv loulou. Li ti transpir gro. Li ti kone ki li ti dan dif.
“Pardon, Misie Loulou,” li ti dir, leker bat dan mole. “Mo kone mo ler finn arive parski mo pou fini dan ou vant. Me avan mo mor mo ti’a kontan tann ou zoli lavwa sant sega ‘Manze, bwar, donn jaz’.”
Loulou ti kontan sant sa sante la avan li ti devor so viktim. Li ti larg so lavwa, tap lestoma pou donn sawal. Pa dir ou tibouk ti kas leren, danse. Lanbians ti extra korek.
Pa bliye ki troupo ti pe retourn lekiri dousma-dousma. Kouma labrim ti pe leve, tou ti trankil partou. Divan ti pe sarye sante loulou ver zorey bann zanimo. De lisien gardien troupo ti dres zot zorey. Zot ti kone ki loulou abitie sante avan li devor so viktim. San perdi letan, zot ti fons dan direksion loulou ki ti pe konsantre lor so wachi-wala. Jalsa ti tengn sek. Loulou ti tire lor vites pou sov so lavi.
“Ala mo kouyon la! Olie debrouy mo zafer kouma bizen, mo fer mo zes pou fer lezot plezir. … Aster dife lor mwa!”
KI MORAL SA ZISTWAR LA?