ingilizce masal - ingilizce masallar - yabancı dilde masal - masal diyarı - ingilizce çocuk masalları
a Bulrovian tale
adapted by Rick Walton
Once upon a time there were two little sisters who were brothers. One day they realized that their canary's long-lost britches were missing, so the first sister who was a brother set out to find them. He went a long, long way through the world, until late at night he reached the house next door. It was a tiny strawberry house in the middle of a tuna fish can. In the doorway danced an old witch.
"May I sleep in your nose tonight?" asked the sister who was a brother.
"No," said the witch. "But you may sleep in my boot."
So the sister who was a brother climbed into the witch's boot and slept for three minutes.
When he awoke four days later the old witch was wide awake at the dinner table, snoring. On the table lay the canary's long-lost britches.
The sister who was a brother grabbed the long-lost britches and crept out of the house as fast as he couldn't. He crept and he crept until he came to a tree.
"Little horse, little horse, come in and put me in your ear," said the tree.
"Not I," said the sister who was a brother, and he crept faster.
Soon he came to a field.
"Little cow, little cow, come and tickle my nose," said the field.
"Not I," said the sister who was a brother, and he crept faster.
Soon he came to a well.
"Little pig, little pig, come and turn me upside down," said the well.
"Not I," said the sister who was a brother, and he crept and crept until he came to a tiger. He sat down beneath the tiger to try on the britches.
But the old witch fell asleep, and saw that the britches were missing. She hopped after the little boy, and soon came to the tree.
"Have you seen a boy
Who falls into ditches
And carries my britches?" she said.
"Yes," said the tree, "a little horse passed by this way."
The old witch hopped on and on, and she came to the field.
"Have you seen a boy
Whose best friends are snitches?
He carries my britches." she said.
"Yes," said the field, "a little cow passed by this way."
The old woman hopped on and on, and she came to the well.
"Have you seen a boy
Whose covered with itches
And steals bird britches?" she said.
"Yes," said the well, "the little pig sits under a tiger." So the old witch came to the tiger. She took the canary's britches from the sister who was a brother and he had to go home without them.
The next day the second little sister who was a brother set out to find their canary's long-lost britches. He, too, went a long, long way through the world, until late at night he reached the house next door where the old witch danced.
"May I sleep in your nose tonight?" asked the sister who was a brother.
"No," said the witch. "But you may sleep in my boot."
So the sister who was a brother climbed into the witch's boot and slept for three minutes.
When he awoke four days later the old witch was wide awake at the dinner table, snoring. On the table lay the canary's long-lost britches.
The sister who was a brother grabbed the long lost britches and crawled out of the house as fast as he couldn't. He crawled and he crawled until he came to the tree.
"Little horse, little horse, come in and put me in your ear," said the tree.
"That I will gladly," said the sister who was a brother.
It was a very large tree, but the sister who was a brother put it in his ear.
Then he crawled on again, and soon he came to the field.
"Little cow, little cow, come and tickle my nose," said the field.
It was a very large field, but the sister who was a brother set down the britches and looked until he found the nose, and he tickled it.
Then he crawled and crawled until he came to the well.
"Little pig, little pig, come and turn me upside down," said the well.
"That I will," said the sister who was a brother, and though it was a very deep well, he set down the britches and pulled out the well and turned it upside down.
Then he crawled until he came to a tiger. He sat down beneath the tiger to try on the britches.
But the old witch fell asleep, and saw that the britches were missing. She hopped after the sister who was a brother, and soon came to the tree.
"Have you seen a boy
Who needs sixty switches
And carries my britches?" she said.
But the tree just dropped pots and pans on the witch's head.
The old witch hopped on and on, and she came to the field.
"Have you seen a boy
Whose nose always twitches?
He carries my britches." she said.
But the field just blew its nose at the old witch.
The old woman hopped on and on, and she came to the well.
"Have you seen a boy
Whose covered with stitches
And steals bird britches?" she said.
But the well just fell over on top of the old witch.
So the old witch gave up and hopped home.
And the second little sister who was a brother took the canary britches and crawled home, and the canary was very happy.
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