{"id":5102,"date":"2011-12-11T20:53:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-11T19:53:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2020-09-06T19:00:34","modified_gmt":"2020-09-06T17:00:34","slug":"el-llop-ferotge-i-el-valent-cacador_14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.teiamoner.net\/en\/el-llop-ferotge-i-el-valent-cacador_14\/","title":{"rendered":"The fierce wolf and the brave hunter"},"content":{"rendered":"

THE FIERCE WOLF AND THE BRAVE HUNTER<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nby Ana Maria Machado<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
\n
\n<\/span><\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
\nTO WORK THE FEAR<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n
\n<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
\n
\nHi
\n once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a cabin in the woods, with his
\nfather, who was a hunter, and his mother, who did everything: cooked,
\nshe washed, ironed, cleaned, sewed, was bored and sighed.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nI
\n once upon a time there was also a wolf who lived in a cave there
\nsame forest, with all his family, because the wolves like it
\nto live in community, that is to say, in herd.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nHe
\n child played with other children who appeared there: the children of
\nlumberjack, the laundry line, the peddler's grandson, one
\ngirl who sometimes got lost in the forest picking raspberries...<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nHe
\n little wolf played with other wolves similar to him, brothers and
\ncousins, some of the same breed, some older, some older
\nlittle ones They had fun with games of rolling on the floor, rolling all over
\nsides\u2026<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nA
\n sometimes, at night, the father or mother told stories to the child in the
\nfireplace. And these stories always had to do with the wolf
\nfierce He could talk about little pigs, Little Red Riding Hood and many more
\nother things; but you know, suddenly, a ferocious wolf appeared that
\nhe growled, snorted, got angry, knocked down houses, and had big eyes
\nbig and also a mouth so big that it only wanted to eat them
\nchildren<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nA
\n sometimes, also at night, in the cave, the little wolf would cost him
\nfell asleep and stayed listening to the stories that the older wolves
\nthey explained to each other. And these tales always had one
\nbad hunter They could talk about clean streams, vast fields and
\nmany other things; but you know, suddenly, a hunter appeared who
\nhe set traps, he shot them, he skinned the wolves he had
\nkilled<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nWhen the boy grew a little and could go out on his own, he asked for permission:<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n–       <\/span><\/span>Mom, can I play in the forest?<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nAnd his mother always answered:<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n- Of course you can, but be careful my son. Don't go too far. There might be a wolf out there.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nWhen the wolverine grew a little and could go out on its own, he asked for permission:<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n–       <\/span><\/span>Mom, can I play in the forest?<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nOf course you can, but be careful my son. Don't go too far. There might be a hunter out there.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nAnd they didn't go very far.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nBut
\n as they lived in the same forest and were growing, their steps were
\nlonger and longer and they got closer and closer.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nUntil one day\u2026<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nOne day, the boy was distracted, a little far from home, and stepped on a dry branch that creaked.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nThen,
\n the wolf, who was also there, distracted and a little distant from
\nhome, he heard the rustling, was startled and growled. Yen
\n At that moment, the two turned and looked at each other.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nSuddenly. face to face<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nEach
\n one put on one of the rarest faces anyone can put on: face of
\nfear, very afraid, real panic. And there were so many panicked faces
\nscary that the wolf ran off in one direction and the boy
\ntook, also running, the opposite.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nWhen he got home, the boy explained:<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n- I met a wolf in the forest, but he was so afraid to see me that he ran away.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nUpon arriving at the cave, the wolf explained:<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n- I met a hunter in the forest, but he was so scared when he saw me that he ran away.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nThose who heard them did not really believe what they said. But the most important thing is that they both believed it.<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nO
\n that seemed Because, since that day, when he wants to go to the forest, the boy
\nhe puts his hands in his pockets and comes out whistling: "who fears the wolf
\nfierce\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\nAnd when the wolf wants to stay awake for the night, he stretches his muzzle towards the moon and howls:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n"he left, he ran away, it was me..."<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

THE FERROUS WOLF AND THE COURAGE HUNTER by Ana Maria Machado\u2026 <\/p>\n

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