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Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife He once was hunting in the woods, 'No common hare,' thought he. Now the Golden Hare started to examine him, The old man was surprised and scared, But the hare stood stone-still, shaking, There he dried the hare, gave her food, To his wife, the old hunter was cautious Thereupon, his wife reprimanded her husband: The old man turned to the woods, The Golden Hare mumbled in reply: And behold, when the old man arrived home, And again he went back to the woods, And when he arrived back home, But the old woman was still hungry with greed And the old hunter did as she asked, When the husband arrived back home- #769 7/11/05 IN SPANISH Translated by Nancy Peñaloza Cuento del: cazador anciano Por Dennis L. Siluk Allí una vez vivía un viejo hombre y su buena esposa El una vez estaba cazando en el bosque, Ahora la liebre de oro empezó a examinarlo, El anciano estaba sorprendido y asustado. Pero la liebre aun permaneció parada como piedra, sacudiéndose y la llevó de regreso a su casa. Allí el secó a la liebre, le dio comida, Para su esposa, el anciano cazador fue cauteloso Con eso, la esposa reprendió a su marido El anciano regresó al bosque, Y él fue llamando a la liebre de oro Y la liebre de oro apareció detrás de un arbusto La liebre dorada masculló Y contemplo, cuando el anciano llegó a casa, Su esposa estaba riéndose, Por una maquina de coser. Pero ella Le grito a su esposo cada vez mas Y otra vez el anciano volvió a los bosques, ¿Y ahora que anciano cual es tu deseo? . Ahora quiere una granja". La liebre de oro mascullaba la respuesta "¡Como tu . Deseo, ve a casa y lo tendrás!" Y cuando él regresó a su casa, ¡Pero la anciana todavía tenía el hambre con la avaricia Y el viejo cazador hizo como ella preguntó pidió, Gritando alto para que la Liebre De oro apareciera Cuando el marido regresó a casa ? Cosiendo una vieja camisa, sobre su regazo, aburrido. *769 7/11/05 Poet/Author Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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