狮子的胡须〜色彩文化的睡前故事

狮子胡须的故事〜色彩文化的睡前故事

这是来自非洲埃塞俄比亚的狮子胡须的民间故事。它是《色彩文化故事》中的一部分。它是由成长的故事带给您的。 

很久以前，在埃塞俄比亚，一个名叫莉娅（Leeya）的妇女与一个有儿子的男人结婚。他的妻子几年前去世了。尽量让Leeya尝试，她似乎无法激发与孩子的联系。 

她给男孩食物，他拒绝吃饭。她对他轻声说话，他转身离开。她坐在他旁边，他会起身走开。几个月后，Leeya不知道该怎么办。

现在，在利雅（Leeya）的村庄里，有一个住在山上的医务人员，医生。当村里的任何人生病或受伤时，去找他就可以了。多数时候，Leeya觉得自己可以解决自己的问题。但是这次不是。她需要帮助！

当Leeya来到治疗者的小屋时，她看到门是开着的。老医生没有转过身就说：我听到你来了。怎么了？

她自我介绍并解释。 

啊，是的，他说。我明白。但是您希望我对此做些什么？

给我做个魔药，一个护身符。莉娅喊道。什么！让这个孩子回应我需要什么。

那个药房的人看着她的眼睛。他说：年轻女子。这与修复骨折或治愈耳朵感染不同。我需要一些时间考虑。三天后回来。

三天后，李雅回到小屋。

利雅，老人笑着说，我对你有个好消息！有一种药水可以改变孩子对你的举止。但是你应该知道它需要特殊的成分。你必须给我带来晶须从活狮子那里来。

狮子的胡须？！？ Leeya震惊地说道：这不可能！

你想让你的继子转过来吗？！ 他喊道。给我带来一头狮子的晶须。 然后他转过身。没有什么可说的了。如您所见，我是一个非常忙的人。

那天晚上，Leeya辗转反侧。她怎么能从活狮子身上得到晶须？

第二天，她离开了房子。她手里拿着一碗盖着肉酱的米饭。 

Leeya来到一片绿树成荫的树林中，那里曾见过狮子的踪迹，据信有一只狮子生活。她走到树荫下的安全距离，非常安静地将碗放在草地上。 

然后，她尽可能安静，安全地退后了回去。

第二天的同一时间，她又把一碗盖有肉酱的米饭带到山洞里。当她看到旧碗是空的时，她将其放下并放满了新的碗。她再次安静地离开了。

每天，她都这样做。几个月过去了。Leeya从没见过狮子。但是她从地面上的脚印知道，是狮子在吃她的食物。

然后有一天，她注意到狮子的头从几棵树后面戳出来。为了确保不要看狮子，她一如既往地非常缓慢地走到了同一地点。她放下满满一碗的新食物，拿起空碗，走了出去。 

狮子的头一天一天地从树下戳出来，树越来越靠近她放下碗的地方。直到一天早晨，狮子到达时坐在空碗旁边等待着她。这次她坐着等狮子吃了。当他做完后，她抚摸着它厚厚的皮毛，就像家猫一样。她看着狮子的温柔眼睛，发现它现在信任她。 

她认为，实际上，当您了解它时，它是一种相当友好的生物。

这持续了一段时间，直到最终莉雅（Leeya）认为是时候该看看她是否可以得到晶须了。

第二天，她带来了一把小刀。她放下碗里的食物，然后狮子允许她抚摸它的头后，她低声说：哦，最亲爱的狮子！我可以只请你许多细须中的一个吗？

在用一只手抚摸狮子时，她迅速用另一只手切断了晶须，注意不要以任何方式伤害狮子。谢谢你，我的好朋友，她说。

很快，她跑到药房的小屋里。她紧紧握住晶须，喊道：我有！我有狮子的晶须！

你不说？ 疗愈者说，转过身来。来自活狮子？

是！ 她说。

告诉我，他说。你是怎么做到的？

她解释了步骤。

她自豪地把胡须交给了他。治疗师小心翼翼地看着它。然后他走到炉火上扔了进去，在那儿立即燃烧起来变成酥脆。

你做了什么？！ 莉娅哭了。我花了多少钱！

Leeya，老医生轻声说，您不需要晶须。告诉我，这个孩子真的比狮子还危险吗？如果野兽会对您的患者做出反应，爱护您，您是否认为一个想念母亲的孩子也会吗？

Leeya吓了一跳。但是她想..也许吗？当她回到家时，她知道自己能做什么。

The Tale of the Lion's Whisker ~ Bedtime Stories from Cultures of Color

This is the folktale story of the Lion's Whisker from Ethiopia in Africa. It is part of our Stories from Cultures of Color collection. It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

Long ago in Ethiopia a woman named Leeya married a man who had a son.  His wife had died several years before.  Try as Leeya might, she could not seem to spark a connection with the child. 

She offered the boy food, and he refused to eat.  She spoke softly to him, and he turned away.  She sat next to him, and he would get up and walk away.  After several months of this, Leeya didn’t know what to do.

Now in Leeya’s village there was a medicine man, a healer, who lived off in the mountains. When anyone in the village was sick or hurting, a visit to him would do the trick. Most of the time, Leeya felt she could fix her own problems.  But not this time. She needed help!

As Leeya came up to the healer’s hut, she saw the door was open. The old doctor said without turning around, "I hear you coming. What’s the problem?"

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She introduced herself and explained. 

Ah, yes, he said.  I understand. But what do you expect me to do about it?"

"Make me a potion, an amulet" cried Leeya. "Anything! Whatever it takes to get this child to respond to me."

The medicine man looked her in the eye. "Young woman, he said.  This is not the same as fixing a broken bone or curing an ear infection. I’m going to need some time to think about.  Come back in three days."

Three days later, Leeya returned to the hut.

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"Leeya," said the old man with a smile, "I have good news for you! There is a potion that will change the child’s behavior toward you. But you should know that it needs a special ingredient. You must bring me a whisker from a live lion."

"A lion's whisker?!? said Leeya with shock.  "Such a thing is not possible!"

"You want your stepson to turn around?!" he shouted. Bring me a whisker from a lion. Then he turned his back. "There is nothing more to say. As you can see, I’m a very busy man."

That night Leeya tossed and turned. How could she get a whisker from a live lion?

The next day, she left the house.  In her hand was a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. 

Leeya went to a grove of shady trees where lion tracks had been seen and a lion was known to live. She walked up to a safe distance from the shady trees and very quietly set the bowl down on the grass. 

Then as quietly and safely as she could, she backed away and went home.

The next day at the same time, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. When she saw that the old bowl was empty, she took it and put down the new, full one. Again she left quietly.

Every day, she did this.  Months went by. Leeya never saw the lion.  But she knew from footprints on the ground that it was the lion who was eating her food.

Then one day, she noticed the lion's head poking out from behind some trees. Being sure not to look the lion in the eye, she stepped very slowly to the same spot as always.  She put down the new, full bowl of food, picked up the empty bowl, and stepped away. 

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Day by day, the lion’s head poked from behind trees that were closer and closer to where she set down the bowl.  Until one morning the lion was sitting next to the empty bowl when she arrived, waiting for her.  This time she sat and waited while the lion ate.  When he was done, she petted its thick fur, just like a house cat.  She looked into its gentle lion eyes and saw that it now trusted her. 

"Actually, she thought, it is a rather friendly creature, when you get to know it."

This went for for awhile until finally Leeya thought the time had come to see if she could get the whisker.

The next day, she brought with her a small knife. After she set down the bowl of food, and the lion allowed her to pet its head, she said in a low voice, "Oh, dearest lion!  Might I have please just one of your many fine whiskers?"

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While petting the lion with one hand, she quickly cut off the whisker with the other, careful not to hurt the lion in any way. Thank you, my gentle friend, she said.

Quickly, she ran to the medicine man's hut.  Holding the whisker tight in her hand, she cried, "I have it! I have the lion's whisker!"

"You don't say?" said the healer, turning around. "From a live lion?"

"Yes!" she said.

"Tell me," said he. "How did you do it?"

She explained the steps.

With pride she handed him the whisker. The healer looked at it with care.  Then he walked over to the fire and threw it in, where it burned up right away to a crisp.

"What have you done?!" Leeya cried. What it took for me to get that!

"Leeya," said the old doctor softly, "you don’t need the whisker. Tell me, is this child really more dangerous than a lion? If a wild beast will respond to your patient, loving care, don’t you think a child who misses his mother will, too?"

Leeya was startled.  But she thought .. maybe?  And by the time she got back home, she knew what she could do.