folk tales

Este cuento se llama Waslene y la madrina del bosque, escrito por Lauren Kratz Prushko, y traducido y leído en español por Lorena Romero. Esta es una grabación de LibraryCall. Érase una vez, en un pequeño pueblo de Haití, una niña llamada Waslene que vivía con su madrastra, que era egoísta y no tenía corazón. Lamentablemente para Waslene, su padre se había enfermado y ya no estaba en esta tierra. Todos los días, mientras Waslene estaba en la escuela, su madrastra cocinaba Tablet Kokoye, o dulces de coco, para vender en el tianguis.

At one time, in a small town in Haiti, there was a girl named Waslene who had to live with her heartless and selfish stepmother. Sadly for Waslene, her father had fallen ill and was no longer on this earth. Every day while Waslene was at school, her stepmother would cook Tablet Kokoye or coconut candy to sell in the outdoor market. The stepmother would earn a fair amount of money selling these sweets, but would she share with Waslene? No! She would spend the money on herself even though she lived in the house that was now supposed to belong to Waslene.

This story is called The Tortoise and the Hare, a traditional fable by Aesop. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Back in the days when animals could talk, there was a hare. Now, in case you’re not familiar with hares, you should know that they are long-eared animals that look a lot like rabbits. Hares can run fast, which helps them get away from all the bigger animals that want to eat them up. One day, the hare in our story was bragging about his speed to all the other animals. "I have never been beaten," he said. “When I run, I’m as fast as the wind!

This story is called A Legend of the North Wind by Mary Catherine Judd. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. One day, the mischievous North Wind saw a boy eating his lunch under a tree. Just as the boy was about to bite into his sandwich, the North Wind blew it out of his hand and swept away everything else he had packed for his lunch. The North Wind laughed. "You vile North Wind!" cried the boy. "Give me back my sandwich!

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.