Early one morning Vusi’s granny
called him, “Vusi, please take this
egg to your parents. They want to
make a large cake for your sister’s
wedding.”
En tidlig morgen kaldte Vusis bedstemor på ham, “Vusi, vær sød at tage dette æg med til dine forældre. De vil lave en stor kage til din søsters bryllup.”
On his way to his parents, Vusi met
two boys picking fruit. One boy
grabbed the egg from Vusi and shot
it at a tree. The egg broke.
På vej til sine forældre mødte Vusi to drenge, der plukkede frugt. En af drengene snuppede ægget fra Vusi og kastede det mod et træ. Ægget gik i stykker.
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That egg was for a cake. The cake
was for my sister’s wedding. What
will my sister say if there is no
wedding cake?”
“Hvad har du gjort?” græd Vusi. “Det æg skulle bruges til en kage. Kagen var til min søsters bryllup. Hvad vil min søster sige, hvis der ikke er nogen bryllupskage?”
The boys were sorry for teasing
Vusi.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is a walking stick for your
sister,” said one.
Vusi continued on his journey.
Drengene var kede af, at de havde drillet Vusi. “Vi kan ikke hjælpe med kagen, men her er en vandrepind til din søster,” sagde den ene. Vusi fortsatte sin tur.
Along the way he met two men
building a house. “Can we use that
strong stick?” asked one.
But the stick was not strong enough
for building, and it broke.
På vejen mødte han to mænd, der var ved at bygge et hus. “Kan vi låne den der stærke pind?” spurgte den ene. Men pinden var ikke stærk nok til bygningen, og den gik i stykker.
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That stick was a gift for my sister.
The fruit pickers gave me the stick
because they broke the egg for the
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
“Hvad har du gjort?” græd Vusi. “Den pind var en gave til min søster. Frugtplukkerne gav mig pinden, fordi de ødelagde mit æg, som skulle bruges til kagen. Kagen var til min søsters bryllup. Nu er der ikke noget æg, ingen kage og ingen gave. Hvad vil min søster nu sige?”
The builders were sorry for breaking
the stick.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is some thatch for your sister,”
said one.
And so Vusi continued on his
journey.
Byggerne var kede af, at de havde ødelagt pinden. “Vi kan ikke hjælpe med kagen, men her er noget halm til din søster,” sagde den ene. Og så fortsatte Vusi sin tur.
Along the way, Vusi met a farmer
and a cow. “What delicious thatch,
can I have a nibble?” asked the cow.
But the thatch was so tasty that the
cow ate it all!
På vejen mødte Vusi en bonde og en ko. “Sikke noget lækkert halm. Må jeg smage lidt?” spurgte koen. Men halmen var så lækkert, at koen spiste det hele!
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That thatch was a gift for my
sister. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for my sister’s
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
“Hvad har du gjort?” græd Vusi. “Halmen var en gave til min søster. Byggerne gav mig halmen, fordi de ødelagde pinden, jeg fik fra frugtplukkerne. Frugtplukkerne gav mig pinden, fordi de ødelagde ægget til min søsters kage. Kagen var til min søsters bryllup. Nu er der ikke noget æg, ingen kage og ingen gave. Hvad vil min søster nu sige?”
The cow was sorry she was greedy.
The farmer agreed that the cow
could go with Vusi as a gift for his
sister. And so Vusi carried on.
Koen ved ked af, at hun var så grådig. Bonden besluttede, at koen kunne gå med Vusi som gave til hans søster. Og så fortsatte Vusi sin tur.
But the cow ran back to the farmer
at supper time.
And Vusi got lost on his journey.
He arrived very late for his sister’s
wedding. The guests were already
eating.
Men koen løb tilbage til bonden ved middagstid. Og Vusi for vild på turen. Han ankom meget sent til sin søsters bryllup. Gæsterne spiste allerede.
“What shall I do?” cried Vusi.
“The cow that ran away was a gift,
in return for the thatch the builders
gave me. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for the cake.
The cake was for the wedding. Now
there is no egg, no cake, and no
gift.”
“Hvad skal jeg gøre?” græd Vusi. “Koen, der løb væk, var en gave, jeg fik for halmen, byggerne gav mig. Byggerne hav mig halmen, fordi de ødelagde pinden, jeg fik fra frugtplukkerne. Frugtplukkerne hav mig pinden, fordi de ødelagde ægget til kagen. Kagen var til brylluppet. Nu er der ikke noget æg, ingen kage og ingen gave.”
Vusi’s sister thought for a while,
then she said,
“Vusi my brother, I don’t really care
about gifts. I don’t even care about
the cake! We are all here together, I
am happy. Now put on your smart
clothes and let’s celebrate this
day!”
And so that’s what Vusi did.
Vusis søster tænkte i et stykke tid, og så sagde hun, “Vusi, min bror, jeg er ligeglad med gaver. Jeg bryder mig ikke engang om kagen! Vi er alle sammen, og så jeg er glad. Tag noget fint tøj på og lad os fejre denne dag!” Og det gjorde Vusi.
