donkeys

Este cuento se llama Winnie the Pooh y la cola de Ígor escrito por A.A. Milne. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. En un rincón del bosque, Ígor, el viejo burro gris, estaba solo pensando en cosas. A veces pensaba con tristeza para sí mismo: "¿Por qué?" y a veces pensaba: "¿Cuándo?" y otras veces pensaba: "¿Cuál?", y luego no sabía muy bien en qué estaba pensando. Entonces, cuando apareció Winnie the Pooh, Ígor se alegró de dejar de pensar por un momento para decirle: "¿Cómo estás?" de una manera sombría. "Bien.

The story you’re about to hear is called Winnie-the-Pooh and Eeyore’s Lost Tail by A.A. Milne. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. The Old Gray Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet apart, his head to one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "When?" and other times he thought, "Which?"—and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

A certain man had a donkey, which had carried the corn sacks to the mill loyally for many a long year; but his strength was going, and he was growing more and more unfit for work. His master began to wonder if it was worth his while by keeping this old donkey much longer. The donkey, seeing that no good wind was blowing, ran away and set out on the road to Bremen. “There,” he thought, “I can surely be a town musician.” When he had walked some distance, he found a dog lying on the road, gasping like one who had run until he was tired.