Once upon a time in Spain there was a little bull and his name was Ferdinand. All the other little bulls he lived with would run and jump and butt their heads together, but not Ferdinand. He liked to sit just quietly and smell the flowers. He had a favorite spot out in the pasture under a cork tree. It was his favorite tree and he would sit in its shade all day and smell the flowers.
Sometimes his mother, who was a cow, would worry about him. She was afraid he would be lonesome all by himself. “Why don’t you run and play with the other little bulls and skip and butt your head?” she would say. But Ferdinand would shake his head. “I like it better here where I can sit just quietly and smell the flowers.”
His mother saw that he was not lonesome, and because she was an understanding mother, even though she was a cow, she let him just sit there and be happy.
As the years went by Ferdinand grew and grew until he was very big and strong. All the other bulls who had grown up with him in the same pasture would fight each other all day. They would butt each other and stick each other with their horns. What they wanted most of all was to be picked to fight at the bill fights in Madrid.
But not Ferdinand–he still liked to sit just quietly under the cork tree and smell the flowers.
One day five men came in very funny hats to pick the biggest, fastest roughest bull to fight in the bull fights in Madrid. All the other bulls ran around snorting and butting, leaping and jumping so the men would think that they were very very strong and fierce and pick them.
Ferdinand knew that they wouldn’t pick him and he didn’t care. So he went out to his favorite cork tree to sit down. He didn’t look where he was sitting and instead of sitting on the nice cool grass in the shade he sat on a bumble bee.
Well, if you were a bumble bee and a bull sat on you what would you do? You would sting him. And that is just what this bee did to Ferdinand. Wow! Did it hurt! Ferdinand jumped up with a snort. he ran around puffing and snorting, butting and pawing the ground as if he were crazy. The five men saw him and they all shouted with joy. here was the largest and fiercest bull of all. Just the one for the bull fights in Madrid!
So they took him away for the bullfight day in a cart. What a day it was! Flags were flying, bands were playing… and all the lovely ladies had flowers in their hair. They had a parade into the bull ring.
First came the Banderilleros with long sharp pins with ribbons on them to stick in the bull and make him mad. Next came the Picadores who rode skinny horses and they had long spears to stick in the bull and make him madder. Then came the Matador, the proudest of all–he thought he was very handsome, and bowed to the ladies. He had a red cape and a sword and was supposed to stick the bull last of all. Then came the bull, and you know who that was don’t you?
They called him Ferdinand the Fierce and all of the Banderilleros were afraid of him and the Picadores were afraid of him and the Matador was scared stiff. Ferdinand ran to the middle of the ring and everyone shouted and clapped because they thought he was going to fight fiercely and butt and snort and stick his horns around.
But not Ferdinand. When he got to the middle of the ring he saw the flowers in all the lovely ladies’ hair and he just sat down quietly and smelled. He wouldn’t fight and be fierce no matter what they did. He just sat and smelled. And the Banderilleros were mad and the Picadores were madder and the Matador was so mad he cried because he couldn’t show off with his cape and sword. So they had to take Ferdinand home. And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy.
Source : http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/gopher/text/poetry/VariousPoems/Ferdinand
The Hares were treated badly by other animals, and they did not know where to go. Whenever they saw a single animal approach them, they run. One day, the Hares saw a group of wild horses running around. In quite a panic, the Hares ran off to a lake nearby. They thought that they would rather drown themselves than live in such fear. But when the Hares got near the bank of the lake, a group of frogs suddenly jumped into the water, because they were frightened by the approach of the Hares. One of the Hares stopped, then said “Things are not as bad as they seem, there’s always someone in worse trouble.”
A fable by : Aesop
Terjemahan dalam bahasa Indonesia:
Para Terwelu diperlakukan dengan buruk oleh binatang-binatang lainnya dan mereka merasa sangat ketakutan. Setiap mereka melihat ada binatang lain yang mendekat, mereka lari. Pada suatu hari, para Terwelu melihat ada sekelompok kuda liar yang berlarian mendekati mereka. Para Terwelu panik, kemudian berlari ke arah sebuah danau yang letaknya tidak terlalu jauh. Mereka berpikir bahwa lebih baik mereka mati tenggelam daripada harus merasa ketakutan terus-menerus. Tapi, saat mereka sampai di tepi danau, mereka melihat ada sekelompok Katak yang tiba-tiba loncat masuk ke air. Rupanya para Katak tersebut ketakutan melihat para Terwelu yang berlarian mendekati mereka. Salah satu Terwelu kemudian berhenti dan berkata “Ternyata keadaan tidak seburuk yang kita bayangkan. Selalu ada hewan lain dengan permasalahan yang lebih parah.
Cerita fabel ini karya Aesop
Informasi Menarik Mengenai Hare (Terwelu) dan Rabbit (Kelinci)
Banyak yang beranggapan bahwa Terwelu (Hare) sama dengan Kelinci (Rabbit). Padahal, ada banyak perbedaan di antara kedua jenis binatang tersebut. Misalnya, Terwelu biasanya lebih besar dari Kelinci, dan mempunyai kaki belakang yang lebih panjang.
There was a man who had three sons. Most people consider his youngest son very silly, and they often mock and make fun of him. One day the eldest son was going to the forest to cut wood. Before he left, his mother prepared delicious pancakes and a bottle of wine for his journey, so he will not suffer from hunger or thirst.
When the eldest son entered the forest, he met a gray old man. The old man greeted him politely. “Good-morning,” said the old man. “Please give me some food and something to drink, because I am very hungry and thirsty.”
The clever son replied: “No. If I give you my cake and wine, I will not have any for myself. So go away!” He left the man standing and went on.
The eldest son began cutting down a tree. But then, somehow he made a false stroke. His axe slipped and cut his arm so badly. He had no other choice than to go home and have his injury taken care of.
The following day, the second son also wanted to go into the forest to cut wood. So his mother gave him a delicious cake and a bottle of wine. When he entered the wood, he met the same old man. The old man begged for a little piece of cake and some wine because he was hungry and thirsty. The second son answered very rudely: “No. I want these for myself, so go away!”
A naughty cat bit a mouse’s tail off.
“Cat, please give me my tail back,” said the mouse. “No,” said the cat, “If you want me to give you your tail, you must go to the cow and get some milk for me first.”
The mouse leapt, and ran to find the cow. The mouse came to the cow, and said, “Cow, please give me milk, so I can give it to cat, so cat will give me my tail back.”
“No,” answered the cow, “If you want me to give you some milk, you have to go to the farmer and get some hay for me first.”
The mouse leapt, and then she ran, till she came to the farmer. “Farmer, please give me hay so I can give it to cow, so cow will give me milk, so I can give the milk to cat, so cat will give me my tail back,” said the mouse.
“No,” answered the farmer, “If you want me to give you hay, you must go to the butcher and get some meat for me first.”
Again, the mouse leapt, and then she ran, to the butcher. “Butcher, please give me meat, so I can give farmer meat, so farmer will give me hay, so I can give cow hay, so cow will give me milk, so I can give cat milk, so cat will give me my own tail again.”
“No,” answered the butcher, “If you want to me to give you meat, you must go to the baker and get some bread for me first.”
The mouse leapt, and then she ran, to the baker. “Baker, please give me bread, so I can give butcher bread, so butcher will give me meat, so I can give farmer meat, so farmer will give me hay, so I can give cow hay, so cow will give me milk, so I can give cat milk, so cat will give me my tail back.”
“Sure,” said the baker, “Here’s some bread, but if you ever eat my meal, I will punish you.”
Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.
By Joseph Jacobs
Source : http://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/68/fairy-tales-and-other-traditional-stories/4864/the-cat-and-the-mouse/
Rewritten and simplified by Dwi.
There was a poor but pious little girl who lived alone with her mother. One day they no longer had anything to eat. So the little girl went into the forest, and there she met an old woman. The old woman knew of the little girl’s sorrow, and presented her with a little pot, which when she said, “Little pot, cook,” would cook good, sweet millet porridge. Then when she said, ” Little pot, stop,” the little pot stopped cooking.
The girl took the pot home to her mother, and now they were freed from their poverty and hunger. They were able to ate sweet porridge as often as they want. One day the little girl had gone out. At home, her mother said to the little pot, “Little pot, cook.” The little pot did cook, and she ate until she was full. Then, she wanted the pot to stop cooking, but did not know the word. So the little pot went on cooking and the porridge rose over the edge, and still it cooked on until the kitchen and whole house were full, and then the next house, and then the whole street, just as if it wanted to satisfy the hunger of the whole world.
It was terrible, and no one knew how to stop it. At last when only one single house remained, the little girl came home and just said, “Little pot, stop,” and the little pot stopped cooking. Anyone who wished to return to the town that day had to eat his way back.
By : Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Dongeng anak berbahasa Inggris ini sudah diedit oleh admin supaya lebih mudah untuk dimengerti.
Sweet Porridge : Bubur manis
Pious : Beriman
Little Pot : Panci kecil
Poverty : Kemiskinan
Hunger : Kelaparan