Valencian Folk Tales 4t ESO 23 d’abril, 2013
Col·legi Maria Auxiliadora 23 d’abril de 2013, alumnat de 4t d’ESO. Algemesí
Rondalles Aquest llibre és el resultat de l’esforç i el treball de l’alumnat de 4t d’ESO de l’escola Maria Auxiliadora d’Algemesí. L’alumnat ha treballat les rondalles d’Enric Valor i ha fet una adaptació a l’anglés, baix la coordinació del professorat de les àrees de llengua. La reproducció i/o distribució d’aquesta obra pot fer més conegut el treball d’aquest grup de joves, que ha prestat la seua creativitat per adaptar les rondalles a l’anglés. Gaudiu-ne.
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Index The fox’s call ........................................................................ 7 Joan-Ratot ........................................................................... 11 And molars, too! ................................................................ 21 The story of half chicken.................................................. 25 The smoker devil ............................................................... 31
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The fox’s call
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THE FOX'S CALL Once upon a time, there was a very smart cat. Every night it walked near a cottage. The night was dark, and there was a cold wind between the trees. Winter was coming.
-What a wonderful night! - the cat said. The winter was the best season for him, because it thought that it could live secret adventures. Winter however, was when its enemy, the fox, went out of the borrow. It’s of general knowledge that the fox eats cats as the cat eats mice. So it was happy and also observant. Suddenly, it heard footsteps. The fox was coming! It began to run towards an almond tree, the fox behind him, was saying: -Wait, cat, wait! I only want to talk to you!
-No, thanks! - the cat answered. The cat climbed up to the top of the almond and then said: -Okay, now you can tell me what you want.
-I only wanted you to know a very important thing about the animal kingdom. Come down and we will talk, my friend! -No, sorry -said the cat- I’m more comfortable here. 9
-Okay, then - the fox said patiently laying on the ground- It’s so cold
now here in the mountain, so we have decided to do a call to peace. We aren’t going to eat each other henceforward. The fox’s voice was now so sweet and persuasive. -As you can see, you can get down of the tree without fear and talk
to me as much as you want. -Really?- the cat, who wasn’t easy to persuade, answered - that’s a very good piece of news, and I’m very happy to know it. I will go down when my cousin the dog arrives, because he has promised to visit me. I don’t know why it isn’t already here! The fox jumped backwards, as he had been burnt. - Is your cousin the dog coming?
-Yes, right now! -So I’m leaving now, and we will talk another day, in case your cousin hasn’t heard the call!
David Ramírez Josep Gumbau Carla Casterà Mélanie Talens
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JOAN-RATOT
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JOAN-RATOT In the past, when the animals, the plants and water were still talking, there was a rat called Joan-Ratot. This rat and his wife, Torna-per-més, lived in a cheerful house in Cabeç of Penadessa. There, in the mountain of Castalla, herbs and flowers bloom fifteen days before other places in the region. In front of their house, there was a way that rose to the tall mountain, and, a hundred meters, there was the most beautiful Fountain of the region; on the edge of the Fountain, the most stout Fig of the term, which made shadow in summer. Only in the place that they have chosen to live, that couple had a reason for happiness. Because it is so beautiful to see and feel the nature. *** One morning they heard a voice that said that the most popular salter in the town had arrived to the market. The wife of the rat said:
- I’m living, Joan-Ratot. We don’t have fish, and you know that we like it very much. Will you take account of the dinner? - Yes; but before you leave, tell me if you had put in the pieces of pork and vegetables that I had brought of Almarra. - Of course, darling, of course I put it! (The pot of little beans and those other ingredients are the most popular meal in Foia of Castalla.) Torna-per-més was ready to leave.
- Do the beans have to boil? - asked him. - It isn’t necessary. I think that you should uncover the pot because you can fall in. And when she said that, she decided to go to the market quickly. Joan-Ratot was shoemaker, he sat on a chair and he started to hit a pair of shoes; but in five minutes he was saying:
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- What has she put in the pot? Because she always tells me lies, and then she makes me a surprise when she puts the meal on the table. He went to the kitchen.
- There’s little fire - he saw while he was adding warmth. - I wasn’t afraid - he was saying - , I wasn’t afraid, I will see how the beans are wasted. Whatever, I have to take off the food of the fire, it can waste. He went away from the kitchen, and went upstairs to the roof, and he had a look to see if his wife was coming back home. He didn’t see her, so he went downstairs quickly, he had put a chair near the pot and he took off the cover. The hot made him blind, he burnt his fingers, his head was spinning, and he felt over in the lunch, that was boiling hard. The beans, that were ascending and descending into the pot killed JoanRatot. When Rateta saw his husband dead inside the pot she cried a lot:
-Oh, my God!!!- she said very nervous. She remembered the beautiful moment with Joan-Ratot and she became an unhappy rat. She was in a black, deeper and deeper despair, but she was hungry and she needed something to eat. She went to her balcony to eat a sandwich and she cried when she saw a happy family on the street. The little bird saw her and he asked:
-Why are you crying? -Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot! The bird, very sad, crashed into a tree and he broke his beak, but he was still flying. He met the Crow, who was coming back to his house after lunch:
-What is your problem little bird? Why are you crying? The bird answered:
Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot; the Rateta is having dinner and crying!... -And what did you do?
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-I broke my beak with a tree! The Crow cried and cried a lot, and he went to a mountain and he cut one of his wings. In the road the Bull saw the Crow crying and he said:
-Why are you crying my friend? The Crow answered the bull:
Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot; the Rateta is having dinner and crying; the bird has broken his beak!... -And what did you do? -I cut my wing! The bull said:
-Muuuuuuuu! I will break my horn! He put his horns between the branches of a tree and he tore them. The next day, when the bull was walking and crying by the mountain he saw the fig, and she asked:
- Where are you going so tearful, Bull? The Bull said:
Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot; the Rateta is having dinner and crying; the Bird has broken his beak; the Crow has cut his wing!... - And what did you do? - You can see, I tore the horns. - So do I - do the Fig dropping a milky tear of its leaves-, I will break my best
branch! The Bull went on. Then, the Fountain, that heard the crack of the broken best branch of the Fig, he stopped his smiling whisper, and asked him:
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- What happens to you, thick Fig, you that gave me shadow and perfume for
thirty summers? What happens, that your big cool body has broken thus? The Fig answered:
Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot; the Rateta is having dinner and crying; the Bird has broken his beak; the Crow has cut his wing; the Bull has torn his horns!... - And what did you do?
- You can see, I broke my best branch! - So I will cease flowing and I will dry forever! - the Fountain said, desperate of the amount of events that had happened. When the Red Mountain pointed ten o’clock, the beautiful Loneliness came to the fountain, carrying to a pitcher in each hand, two under the arms and another overhead. She arrived to the fountain and she put the pitchers on the floor; but she was surprised when she saw that there was no water in the fountain.
-What happened to you, fountain? The fountain answered:
Joan-Ratot has fallen inside the pot; the Rateta is having dinner and crying; the Bird has broken his beak; the Crow has cut his wing!... the Bull has broken his corn The fig has broken her best branch the fountain is dry... - So, I will pull the pitchers downstream! And she threw it all in the stream. ***
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There is no need to say more, misfortunes were sticking like cherries, and they went on growing, there was no home without walls or misfortune. Everything was lost and down - as you can see if you walk through Cabeç de Penadesa – for being Joan-Ratot, as many people in our time, an inveterate cheater. Anna Bañuls Vicent Rosell Arnau Nàcher Sara Forner Anna Girbés
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And molars, too!
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AND MOLARS, TOO! Once upon a time a terrifying thing happened in Penàguila. This town is a corner in the world. A beautiful corner between mountains. Near the town there is a surrounded coastal of gegant elms and under them there is an abundant fountain with about twenty bronze tubes. And it is the laundry, where the women wash the clothes. During the day there are a lot of women doing the washing up. And during the night there aren’t people.
-Don’t go to do the washing up at night -said the mum to their daughter. Because when I was young, a September night there was frozen and slippery snow, Toneta didn’t believe her mother, who had told it and she went to wash a quilt. It was ten o’clock at night, it was dark and when she went out it was snowing. When she was walking, she heard a baby that was crying. She looked for the baby and took him.
-Poor you! Who left this baby here? It isn’t a year old and he is alone in the snow. She wanted to take the child home. He was crying and opened the mouth. -Oh , he has got teeth! -exclaimed amazed.
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-And molars too! -said the child with a man hoarse voice. And when he opened the mouth, she saw two long and big molars. He was opening the mouth and he looked at Toneta with diabolic eyes. - Ohhhh! The girl was surprised, she had fear, she left him on the ground, and she heard many drums.The boy disappeared. But Toneta had been disobedient. She remembered the words that her mother had said: “Don’t go to do the washing up at night!” Despite the meeting with the evil creature, she ran and she arrived to the fountain. She started to do the washing up, but she felt terrified. Suddenly, she saw next to her a very tall and thin woman, she started to do the washing furiously. She had got a black handkerchief that covered her face; her dresses were old and she washed in silence, without looking atToneta. Little by little, Toneta, that was looking at the woman, was losing serenity. Minutes later, she was trembling. Who was this woman? She hadn’t met her before; she seemed foreigner. - Listen, nice woman- said Toneta. The old woman didn’t answer. -Today is a cold night!- said Toneta, the old woman continued without answer, she washed furiously.
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-Listen, listen, nice woman! Do you know what has happened to me when I
was coming? The high woman wasn’t answering, she continued washing up with her long hands. Toneta trembled more and more; her feet were frozen but she was sweating. -Listen, listen- shouted - I have found a child, a horrible child. He hadn’t got
a year and he spoke... and he showed me big molars! ... The high woman, finally, turned to Toneta. She had got horrible eyes. -were there as this?- she asked. And she was looking with the mouth opened, and showing the two molars, hideous, as the boy! Toneta felt coldness and a black fabric covered everything. When she returned, she was at her house, lying on her bed, and surrounded by all the family. She still had fever. A few women had found her frozen, lying in the snow, at the sink of the source. Joan B. Maravilla Natàlia Rosell Alba Brasó Marc Sanchis
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THE STORY OF HALF CHICKEN
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THE STORY OF HALF CHICKEN Once upon a time there was a village in the mountain where an old couple without daughter lived. They looked after chickens. The woman knew her chickens very good, she never got wrong. One day she went to give them their food and she saw a lonely chicken. She realised that it didn’t belong to her, but also it wasn’t of near farms. When nobody hoped, this lonely chicken began to sing:
I’m a half little chicken Searching among the swamp I found a little coin. When it finished, it went out the farm. He went on singing:
I’m going to marry the daughter of the king, I’m richer than him, searching between the swamp I found a little coin. While he was walking, he found the river, and the river asked him: -Where are you going? And the chicken sang:
I’m going to marry the daughter of the king [...] The river didn’t let him cross it, and the chicken began to drink the water of the river. He continued walking, also he began another time to sang. Later he saw the mace and it said: -Where are you going? And the chicken repeated:
I’m going to marry the daughter of the king [...] The mace didn’t allow him to pass, and the half chicken ate it. 27
Another time he continued his walking over the countryside and he found a lot of trees, and a fox appeared next to the half chicken. The fox said while he was opening his mouth: -Where are you going?
I’m going to marry the daughter of the king [...] The half chicken repeated. The fox didn’t let him pass and the chicken ate him. *** Finally he arrived to the royal court. Magically he went to the main door of the court, and he sang:
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I’m going to marry the daughter of the king, I’m richer than him, searching between the swamp I found a little coin. The king was walking around the palace and he heard the chicken and he ordered the officers to make it prisoner, and they did it. The king asked the officer to put the half chicken with the cocks. And he said to the fox that he ate in the past: -Go out and eat all the cocks. The chicken could escape and he went to the door of the palace and sang another time the song:
I’m going to marry the daughter of the king [...] The king was very angry and told the officer to make it prisoner again. The officer put him into a jar that was in the palace. The half chicken ordered the mace to go out and it broke the big jar in four pieces and it escaped. The chicken did the 28
same and he went to the door of the palace and sang the song that we already know. The king ordered the officers to burn it, and they alerted the village that they were going to burn the half chicken in the square. The officers were entertained preparing roast and the king and his family were preparing for the victory. When the half chicken was ready to be burnt he said to the river to go out to extinguish the fire. The chicken sang:
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I’m going to marry the daughter of the king, I’m richer than him, searching between the swamp I found a little coin. The king told the chicken: -You won, you can marry my daughter.
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The following day the marriage became in the main church of the city. The crowd of people came to church as they heard the bells. The doors opened and the couple went out followed by kings, and the enthusiastic people clapped. Half chicken was accompanied by his lovely wife, the people looked strangely to the couple. Once on the wedding night, the princess stroked the head of his half chicken, and noticed a hard lump, which turned out to be a needle gold. When the princess removed the needle, the half chicken became a handsome prince.ç
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Finally the young boy said: -My princess, thanks for disenchanted me. I’m the son of the king of a nearby kingdom and now if you want I'll be your husband. And the princess kissed him very happy.
Andreu Carrasco Pau Gallego Sara Paredes M. Pau Pellicer NĂşria Vidal
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The smoker devil
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The smoker devil Once upon a time a man of Penàguila, called the “Porra” uncle, was walking along the forest. Inside a cave he listened to something and started shooting thinking it was an animal to hunt. Later he approached and he saw that a man was going out. He was a strange man he had light in the eyes and horns in the head. He realized that he was a devil and he wanted to cheat him. Taking advantage of the ignorance of the devil he made him believe that the shotgun was a pipe to smoke. Suddenly he proposed him if he wanted to smoke and he said to him:
-Yes! He put the shotgun in the mouth and tried to smoke, as smoke wasn’t going out, uncle Porra told him:
- You have to press the trigger to make it go out. He did it and his head went out flying. The uncle Porra continued walking up to o the devil’s cavel, and suddenly the devil went out and said to him:
- I am going to kill you! The uncle Porra started running up to a church, where he confessed. The uncle Porra went away to his house calm knowing that the devil wouldn’t do anything to him any more.
Xavi Torres Sara Blasco Laia Barberà
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