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The Honeyguide's revenge The Honeyguide’s revenge La revanche de l’indicateur

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.

Voici l'histoire de Ngede l'indicateur et un jeune homme avide nommé Gingile. Un jour, lorsqu'il chassait, Gingile entendit l'appel de Ngede. Gingile commença à saliver en pensant au miel. Il arrêta et écouta attentivement, fouillant jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve l'oiseau dans les branches au-dessus de sa tête. « Chitik-chitik-chitik, » le petit oiseau ébranla, en volant d'un arbre à l'autre. « Chitik-chitik-chitik, » il lança, arrêtant de temps en temps pour s'assurer que Gingile le suivait.


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.

Après une heure et demie, ils atteignirent un figuier sauvage énorme. Ngede sautillât éperdument parmi les branches. Il s'installa ensuite sur une branche et inclina sa tête vers Gingile comme pour dire, « Le voici ! Viens vite ! Qu'est-ce qui te prend autant de temps ? » Gingile ne pouvait pas voir d'abeilles du dessous de l'arbre, mais il avait confiance en 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.

Alors, Gingile déposa sa lance sous l'arbre, recueilli des brindilles séchées et alluma un petit feu. Un coup que le feu brûlait bien, il mit une longue branche au cœur du feu. Ce bois était connu pour la fumée qu'il créait quand il brûlait. Gingile commença à grimper, tenant entre ses dents le bout froid de la branche qui fumait.


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!

Bientôt il pouvait entendre le bourdonnement bruyant des abeilles chargées. Elles rentraient et sortaient d'un creux dans le tronc d'arbre - leur ruche. Lorsque Gingile rejoint la ruche il mit le bout fumant de la branche dans le creux. Les abeilles sortirent, fâchées et méchantes. Elles s'envolèrent parce qu'elles n'aimaient pas la fumée - mais pas avant d'avoir donné des piqûres douloureuses à Gingile !


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.

Quand les abeilles furent sorties, Gingile enfonça ses mains dans le nid. Il sortit des poignées du nid desquelles s'écoulaient du miel riche et des larves grasses et blanches. Il mit le nid soigneusement dans la besace il portait sur son épaule et commença à descendre de l'arbre.


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 regardait avec impatience tout ce que Gingile faisait. Il attendait qu'il laisse un gros morceau de nid d'abeille comme signe de remerciement pour l'indicateur. Ngede voltigeait de branche en branche, de plus en plus près du sol. Finalement, Gingile arriva au pied de l'arbre. Ngede se percha sur une roche près du garçon et attendit sa récompense.


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.

Mais Gingile éteint le feu, ramassa sa lance et commença à rentrer chez lui, en ignorant l'oiseau. Ngede lança, fâché, « VIC-torr ! VIC-torr ! » Gingile arrêta, dévisagea le petit oiseau et éclata de rire. « Tu veux du miel, mon ami ? Ha ! Mais c'est moi qui ai fait tout le travail et reçu toutes les piqûres. Pourquoi est-ce que je devrais partager ce miel avec toi ? » Et il quitta. Ngede était furieux ! Cela n'était aucune manière de le traiter ! Mais il aurait sa revanche.


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.

Un jour, plusieurs semaines plus tard, Gingile entendit de nouveau l'appel de Ngede. Il se souvint du miel délicieux et suivi avec impatience l'oiseau une fois de plus. Après avoir mené Gingile le long de la forêt, Ngede arrêta pour se reposer dans un acacia faux-gommier. « Ahh, » pensa Gingile. « La ruche doit être dans cet arbre. » Il parti rapidement son petit feu et commença à grimper, la branche fumante entre ses dents. Ngede, assit, le regardait.


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 grimpa, se demandant pourquoi il n'entendait pas le bourdonnement habituel. « Peut-être que la ruche est très profonde dans l'arbre, » se dit-il. Il se remonta sur une autre branche. Mais au lieu de la ruche, il arriva face-à-face avec le visage d'un léopard ! Léopard était très fâché que son sommeil ait été interrompu si brusquement. Elle plissa ses yeux et ouvrit sa bouche pour révéler ses grandes dents pointues.


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.

Avant que Léopard puisse s'en prendre à Gingile, ce dernier se précipita en bas de l'arbre. Dans son empressement, il manqua une branche et atterrit par terre avec un bruit sourd, tordant sa cheville. Heureusement pour lui, Léopard était encore trop endormi pour le poursuivre. Ngede, l'indicateur, eu sa revanche. Et Gingile retint sa leçon.


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!

Ainsi, quand les enfants de Gingile entendent l'histoire de Ngede ils respectent le petit oiseau. Chaque fois qu'ils récoltent du miel, ils s'assurent de laisser la plus grande partie du rayon pour l'indicateur !


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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