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One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
Wan die mama get a uol iip a fruut.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
“Wen wi kyan get som fruut?” we aks ar se. “Wi a go iit di fruut tunait,” mama se.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
Mi breda Rayiim krievn. Im tek piis a aal a di fruut dem. Im iit out uol iip a it.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
“Luk pon we Rayiim du!” mi likl breda baal out. “Rayiim naav no biyievya an im selfish,” mi se.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Mama beks wid Rayiim.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
Aal a wi beks wid Rayiim. Bot Rayiim no sari.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Yu naa go ponish Rayiim?” mi likl breda aks.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
“Rayiim, yu suuhn sari,” mama waan im se.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
Rayiim staat fiil sik.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
“Mi beli a ort mi,” Rayiim bieli se.
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Mama nuo se dis did a go apm. Di fruut a ponish Rayiim!
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
Lieta, Rayiim se sari tu aal a wi. “Mi wi neva bi so krievn agen,” im swier se. An aal a wi biliiv im.
Written by: Adelheid Marie Bwire
Illustrated by: Melany Pietersen
Read by: Darshan Soni
