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The Honeyguide’s revenge The Honeyguide's revenge ˈðə @honeyguide's ɹiˈvɛndʒ

Written by Zulu folktale

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Read by Darshan Soni

Language English

Level Level 4

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This is the story of Ngede, the Honeyguide, and a greedy young man named Gingile. One day while Gingile was out hunting he heard the call of Ngede. Gingile’s mouth began to water at the thought of honey. He stopped and listened carefully, searching until he saw the bird in the branches above his head. “Chitik-chitik-chitik,” the little bird rattled, as he flew to the next tree, and the next. “Chitik, chitik, chitik,” he called, stopping from time to time to be sure that Gingile followed.

This is the story of Ngede, the Honeyguide, and a greedy young man named Gingile. One day while Gingile was out hunting he heard the call of Ngede. Gingile's mouth began to water at the thought of honey. He stopped and listened carefully, searching until he saw the bird in the branches above his head. "Chitik-chitik-chitik," the little bird rattled, as he flew to the next tree, and the next. "Chitik, chitik, chitik," he called, stopping from time to time to be sure that Gingile followed.

ˈðɪs ˈɪz ˈðə ˈstɔɹi ˈəv @ngede ˈðə @honeyguide ˈænd ˈeɪ ˈɡɹidi ˈjəŋ ˈmæn ˈneɪmd @gingile ˈwən ˈdeɪ ˈhwaɪɫ @gingile ˈwɑz ˈaʊt ˈhəntɪŋ ˈhi ˈhɝd ˈðə ˈkɔɫ ˈəv @ngede @gingile's ˈmaʊθ biˈɡæn ˈtu ˈwɔtɝ ˈæt ˈðə ˈθɔt ˈəv ˈhəni ˈhi ˈstɑpt ˈænd ˈɫɪsənd ˈkɛɹfəɫi ˈsɝtʃɪŋ ənˈtɪɫ ˈhi ˈsɔ ˈðə ˈbɝd ˈɪn ˈðə ˈbɹæntʃəz əˈbəv ˈhɪz ˈhɛd @chitik-chitik-chitik ˈðə ˈɫɪtəɫ ˈbɝd ˈɹætəɫd ˈæz ˈhi ˈfɫu ˈtu ˈðə ˈnɛks ˈtɹi ˈænd ˈðə ˈnɛks @chitik @chitik @chitik ˈhi ˈkɔɫd ˈstɑpɪŋ ˈfɹəm ˈtaɪm ˈtu ˈtaɪm ˈtu ˈbi ˈʃʊɹ ˈðæt @gingile ˈfɑɫoʊd


After half an hour, they reached a huge wild fig tree. Ngede hopped about madly among the branches. He then settled on one branch and cocked his head at Gingile as if to say, “Here it is! Come now! What is taking you so long?” Gingile couldn’t see any bees from under the tree, but he trusted Ngede.

After half an hour, they reached a huge wild fig tree. Ngede hopped about madly among the branches. He then settled on one branch and cocked his head at Gingile as if to say, "Here it is! Come now! What is taking you so long?" Gingile couldn't see any bees from under the tree, but he trusted Ngede.

ˈæftɝ ˈhæf ˈæn ˈaʊɝ ˈðeɪ ˈɹitʃt ˈeɪ ˈhjudʒ ˈwaɪɫd ˈfɪɡ ˈtɹi @ngede ˈhɑpt əˈbaʊt ˈmædɫi əˈməŋ ˈðə ˈbɹæntʃəz ˈhi ˈðɛn ˈsɛtəɫd ˈɑn ˈwən ˈbɹæntʃ ˈænd ˈkɑkt ˈhɪz ˈhɛd ˈæt @gingile ˈæz ˈɪf ˈtu ˈseɪ ˈhiɹ ˈɪt ˈɪz ˈkəm ˈnaʊ ˈhwət ˈɪz ˈteɪkɪŋ ˈju ˈsoʊ ˈɫɔŋ @gingile ˈkʊdən ˈsi ˈɛni ˈbiz ˈfɹəm ˈəndɝ ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈbət ˈhi ˈtɹəstɪd @ngede


So Gingile put down his hunting spear under the tree, gathered some dry twigs and made a small fire. When the fire was burning well, he put a long dry stick into the heart of the fire. This wood was especially known to make lots of smoke while it burned. He began climbing, holding the cool end of the smoking stick in his teeth.

So Gingile put down his hunting spear under the tree, gathered some dry twigs and made a small fire. When the fire was burning well, he put a long dry stick into the heart of the fire. This wood was especially known to make lots of smoke while it burned. He began climbing, holding the cool end of the smoking stick in his teeth.

ˈsoʊ @gingile ˈpʊt ˈdaʊn ˈhɪz ˈhəntɪŋ ˈspɪɹ ˈəndɝ ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈɡæðɝd ˈsəm ˈdɹaɪ ˈtwɪɡz ˈænd ˈmeɪd ˈeɪ ˈsmɔɫ ˈfaɪɝ ˈhwɛn ˈðə ˈfaɪɝ ˈwɑz ˈbɝnɪŋ ˈwɛɫ ˈhi ˈpʊt ˈeɪ ˈɫɔŋ ˈdɹaɪ ˈstɪk ˈɪntu ˈðə ˈhɑɹt ˈəv ˈðə ˈfaɪɝ ˈðɪs ˈwʊd ˈwɑz əˈspɛʃəɫi ˈnoʊn ˈtu ˈmeɪk ˈɫɑts ˈəv ˈsmoʊk ˈhwaɪɫ ˈɪt ˈbɝnd ˈhi biˈɡæn ˈkɫaɪmɪŋ ˈhoʊɫdɪŋ ˈðə ˈkuɫ ˈɛnd ˈəv ˈðə ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈstɪk ˈɪn ˈhɪz ˈtiθ


Soon he could hear the loud buzzing of the busy bees. They were coming in and out of a hollow in the tree trunk – their hive. When Gingile reached the hive he pushed the smoking end of the stick into the hollow. The bees came rushing out, angry and mean. They flew away because they didn’t like the smoke – but not before they had given Gingile some painful stings!

Soon he could hear the loud buzzing of the busy bees. They were coming in and out of a hollow in the tree trunk – their hive. When Gingile reached the hive he pushed the smoking end of the stick into the hollow. The bees came rushing out, angry and mean. They flew away because they didn't like the smoke – but not before they had given Gingile some painful stings!

ˈsun ˈhi ˈkʊd ˈhiɹ ˈðə ˈɫaʊd ˈbəzɪŋ ˈəv ˈðə ˈbɪzi ˈbiz ˈðeɪ ˈwɝ ˈkəmɪŋ ˈɪn ˈænd ˈaʊt ˈəv ˈeɪ ˈhɑɫoʊ ˈɪn ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈtɹəŋk ˈðɛɹ ˈhaɪv ˈhwɛn @gingile ˈɹitʃt ˈðə ˈhaɪv ˈhi ˈpʊʃt ˈðə ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈɛnd ˈəv ˈðə ˈstɪk ˈɪntu ˈðə ˈhɑɫoʊ ˈðə ˈbiz ˈkeɪm ˈɹəʃɪŋ ˈaʊt ˈæŋɡɹi ˈænd ˈmin ˈðeɪ ˈfɫu əˈweɪ bɪˈkɑz ˈðeɪ ˈdɪdən ˈɫaɪk ˈðə ˈsmoʊk ˈbət ˈnɑt ˌbiˈfɔɹ ˈðeɪ ˈhæd ˈɡɪvən @gingile ˈsəm ˈpeɪnfəɫ ˈstɪŋz


When the bees were out, Gingile pushed his hands into the nest. He took out handfuls of the heavy comb, dripping with rich honey and full of fat, white grubs. He put the comb carefully in the pouch he carried on his shoulder, and started to climb down the tree.

When the bees were out, Gingile pushed his hands into the nest. He took out handfuls of the heavy comb, dripping with rich honey and full of fat, white grubs. He put the comb carefully in the pouch he carried on his shoulder, and started to climb down the tree.

ˈhwɛn ˈðə ˈbiz ˈwɝ ˈaʊt @gingile ˈpʊʃt ˈhɪz ˈhændz ˈɪntu ˈðə ˈnɛst ˈhi ˈtʊk ˈaʊt ˈhændˌfʊɫz ˈəv ˈðə ˈhɛvi ˈkoʊm ˈdɹɪpɪŋ ˈwɪð ˈɹɪtʃ ˈhəni ˈænd ˈfʊɫ ˈəv ˈfæt ˈhwaɪt ˈɡɹəbz ˈhi ˈpʊt ˈðə ˈkoʊm ˈkɛɹfəɫi ˈɪn ˈðə ˈpaʊtʃ ˈhi ˈkæɹid ˈɑn ˈhɪz ˈʃoʊɫdɝ ˈænd ˈstɑɹtɪd ˈtu ˈkɫaɪm ˈdaʊn ˈðə ˈtɹi


Ngede eagerly watched everything that Gingile was doing. He was waiting for him to leave a fat piece of honeycomb as a thank-you offering to the Honeyguide. Ngede flittered from branch to branch, closer and closer to the ground. Finally Gingile reached the bottom of the tree. Ngede perched on a rock near the boy and waited for his reward.

Ngede eagerly watched everything that Gingile was doing. He was waiting for him to leave a fat piece of honeycomb as a thank-you offering to the Honeyguide. Ngede flittered from branch to branch, closer and closer to the ground. Finally Gingile reached the bottom of the tree. Ngede perched on a rock near the boy and waited for his reward.

@ngede ˈiɡɝɫi ˈwɑtʃt ˈɛvɹiˌθɪŋ ˈðæt @gingile ˈwɑz ˈduɪŋ ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈweɪtɪŋ ˈfɔɹ ˈhɪm ˈtu ˈɫiv ˈeɪ ˈfæt ˈpis ˈəv ˈhəniˌkoʊm ˈæz ˈeɪ @thank-you ˈɔfɝɪŋ ˈtu ˈðə @honeyguide @ngede ˈfɫɪtɝd ˈfɹəm ˈbɹæntʃ ˈtu ˈbɹæntʃ ˈkɫoʊsɝ ˈænd ˈkɫoʊsɝ ˈtu ˈðə ˈɡɹaʊnd ˈfaɪnəɫi @gingile ˈɹitʃt ˈðə ˈbɑtəm ˈəv ˈðə ˈtɹi @ngede ˈpɝtʃt ˈɑn ˈeɪ ˈɹɑk ˈnɪɹ ˈðə ˈbɔɪ ˈænd ˈweɪtɪd ˈfɔɹ ˈhɪz ɹiˈwɔɹd


But, Gingile put out the fire, picked up his spear and started walking home, ignoring the bird. Ngede called out angrily, “VIC-torr! VIC-torrr!” Gingile stopped, stared at the little bird and laughed aloud. “You want some honey, do you, my friend? Ha! But I did all the work, and got all the stings. Why should I share any of this lovely honey with you?” Then he walked off. Ngede was furious! This was no way to treat him! But he would get his revenge.

But, Gingile put out the fire, picked up his spear and started walking home, ignoring the bird. Ngede called out angrily, "VIC-torr! VIC-torrr!" Gingile stopped, stared at the little bird and laughed aloud. "You want some honey, do you, my friend? Ha! But I did all the work, and got all the stings. Why should I share any of this lovely honey with you?" Then he walked off. Ngede was furious! This was no way to treat him! But he would get his revenge.

ˈbət @gingile ˈpʊt ˈaʊt ˈðə ˈfaɪɝ ˈpɪkt ˈəp ˈhɪz ˈspɪɹ ˈænd ˈstɑɹtɪd ˈwɔkɪŋ ˈhoʊm ˌɪɡˈnɔɹɪŋ ˈðə ˈbɝd @ngede ˈkɔɫd ˈaʊt ˈæŋɡɹəɫi @vic-torr @vic-torrr @gingile ˈstɑpt ˈstɛɹd ˈæt ˈðə ˈɫɪtəɫ ˈbɝd ˈænd ˈɫæft əˈɫaʊd ˈju ˈwɑnt ˈsəm ˈhəni ˈdu ˈju ˈmaɪ ˈfɹɛnd ˈhɑ ˈbət ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈwɝk ˈænd ˈɡɑt ˈɔɫ ˈðə ˈstɪŋz ˈhwaɪ ˈʃʊd ˈaɪ ˈʃɛɹ ˈɛni ˈəv ˈðɪs ˈɫəvɫi ˈhəni ˈwɪð ˈju ˈðɛn ˈhi ˈwɔkt ˈɔf @ngede ˈwɑz ˈfjʊɹiəs ˈðɪs ˈwɑz ˈnoʊ ˈweɪ ˈtu ˈtɹit ˈhɪm ˈbət ˈhi ˈwʊd ˈɡɛt ˈhɪz ɹiˈvɛndʒ


One day several weeks later Gingile again heard the honey call of Ngede. He remembered the delicious honey, and eagerly followed the bird once again. After leading Gingile along the edge of the forest, Ngede stopped to rest in a great umbrella thorn. “Ahh,” thought Gingile. “The hive must be in this tree.” He quickly made his small fire and began to climb, the smoking branch in his teeth. Ngede sat and watched.

One day several weeks later Gingile again heard the honey call of Ngede. He remembered the delicious honey, and eagerly followed the bird once again. After leading Gingile along the edge of the forest, Ngede stopped to rest in a great umbrella thorn. "Ahh," thought Gingile. "The hive must be in this tree." He quickly made his small fire and began to climb, the smoking branch in his teeth. Ngede sat and watched.

ˈwən ˈdeɪ ˈsɛvɝəɫ ˈwiks ˈɫeɪtɝ @gingile əˈɡeɪn ˈhɝd ˈðə ˈhəni ˈkɔɫ ˈəv @ngede ˈhi ɹiˈmɛmbɝd ˈðə dɪˈɫɪʃəs ˈhəni ˈænd ˈiɡɝɫi ˈfɑɫoʊd ˈðə ˈbɝd ˈwəns əˈɡeɪn ˈæftɝ ˈɫidɪŋ @gingile əˈɫɔŋ ˈðə ˈɛdʒ ˈəv ˈðə ˈfɔɹəst @ngede ˈstɑpt ˈtu ˈɹɛst ˈɪn ˈeɪ ˈɡɹeɪt ˈəmˌbɹɛɫə ˈθɔɹn ˈɑ ˈθɔt @gingile ˈðə ˈhaɪv ˈməst ˈbi ˈɪn ˈðɪs ˈtɹi ˈhi ˈkwɪkɫi ˈmeɪd ˈhɪz ˈsmɔɫ ˈfaɪɝ ˈænd biˈɡæn ˈtu ˈkɫaɪm ˈðə ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈbɹæntʃ ˈɪn ˈhɪz ˈtiθ @ngede ˈsæt ˈænd ˈwɑtʃt


Gingile climbed, wondering why he didn’t hear the usual buzzing. “Perhaps the hive is deep in the tree,” he thought to himself. He pulled himself up another branch. But instead of the hive, he was staring into the face of a leopard! Leopard was very angry at having her sleep so rudely interrupted. She narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth to reveal her very large and very sharp teeth.

Gingile climbed, wondering why he didn't hear the usual buzzing. "Perhaps the hive is deep in the tree," he thought to himself. He pulled himself up another branch. But instead of the hive, he was staring into the face of a leopard! Leopard was very angry at having her sleep so rudely interrupted. She narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth to reveal her very large and very sharp teeth.

@gingile ˈkɫaɪmd ˈwəndɝɪŋ ˈhwaɪ ˈhi ˈdɪdən ˈhiɹ ˈðə ˈjuʒəwəɫ ˈbəzɪŋ pɝˈhæps ˈðə ˈhaɪv ˈɪz ˈdip ˈɪn ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈhi ˈθɔt ˈtu hɪmˈsɛɫf ˈhi ˈpʊɫd hɪmˈsɛɫf ˈəp əˈnəðɝ ˈbɹæntʃ ˈbət ˌɪnˈstɛd ˈəv ˈðə ˈhaɪv ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈstɛɹɪŋ ˈɪntu ˈðə ˈfeɪs ˈəv ˈeɪ ˈɫɛpɝd ˈɫɛpɝd ˈwɑz ˈvɛɹi ˈæŋɡɹi ˈæt ˈhævɪŋ ˈhɝ ˈsɫip ˈsoʊ ˈɹudɫi ˌɪntɝˈəptɪd ˈʃi ˈnɛɹoʊd ˈhɝ ˈaɪz ˈoʊpənd ˈhɝ ˈmaʊθ ˈtu ɹiˈviɫ ˈhɝ ˈvɛɹi ˈɫɑɹdʒ ˈænd ˈvɛɹi ˈʃɑɹp ˈtiθ


Before Leopard could take a swipe at Gingile, he rushed down the tree. In his hurry he missed a branch, and landed with a heavy thud on the ground twisting his ankle. He hobbled off as fast as he could. Luckily for him, Leopard was still too sleepy to chase him. Ngede, the Honeyguide, had his revenge. And Gingile learned his lesson.

Before Leopard could take a swipe at Gingile, he rushed down the tree. In his hurry he missed a branch, and landed with a heavy thud on the ground twisting his ankle. He hobbled off as fast as he could. Luckily for him, Leopard was still too sleepy to chase him. Ngede, the Honeyguide, had his revenge. And Gingile learned his lesson.

ˌbiˈfɔɹ ˈɫɛpɝd ˈkʊd ˈteɪk ˈeɪ ˈswaɪp ˈæt @gingile ˈhi ˈɹəʃt ˈdaʊn ˈðə ˈtɹi ˈɪn ˈhɪz ˈhɝi ˈhi ˈmɪst ˈeɪ ˈbɹæntʃ ˈænd ˈɫændəd ˈwɪð ˈeɪ ˈhɛvi ˈθəd ˈɑn ˈðə ˈɡɹaʊnd ˈtwɪstɪŋ ˈhɪz ˈæŋkəɫ ˈhi ˈhɑbəɫd ˈɔf ˈæz ˈfæst ˈæz ˈhi ˈkʊd ˈɫəkəɫi ˈfɔɹ ˈhɪm ˈɫɛpɝd ˈwɑz ˈstɪɫ ˈtu ˈsɫipi ˈtu ˈtʃeɪs ˈhɪm @ngede ˈðə @honeyguide ˈhæd ˈhɪz ɹiˈvɛndʒ ˈænd @gingile ˈɫɝnd ˈhɪz ˈɫɛsən


And so, when the children of Gingile hear the story of Ngede they have respect for the little bird. Whenever they harvest honey, they make sure to leave the biggest part of the comb for Honeyguide!

And so, when the children of Gingile hear the story of Ngede they have respect for the little bird. Whenever they harvest honey, they make sure to leave the biggest part of the comb for Honeyguide!

ˈænd ˈsoʊ ˈhwɛn ˈðə ˈtʃɪɫdɹən ˈəv @gingile ˈhiɹ ˈðə ˈstɔɹi ˈəv @ngede ˈðeɪ ˈhæv ɹiˈspɛkt ˈfɔɹ ˈðə ˈɫɪtəɫ ˈbɝd hwɛˈnɛvɝ ˈðeɪ ˈhɑɹvəst ˈhəni ˈðeɪ ˈmeɪk ˈʃʊɹ ˈtu ˈɫiv ˈðə ˈbɪɡəst ˈpɑɹt ˈəv ˈðə ˈkoʊm ˈfɔɹ @honeyguide


Written by: Zulu folktale
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Read by: Darshan Soni
Language: English
Level 4
Source: The Honeyguide's revenge from African Storybook
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