Lørdagsgodis 29, kråke

Hoho for en skatt jeg fant mens jeg lette etter kråker! Tre sider av samme sak - språk er vel storartet morsomt! Den første fra The Baby's Own Aesop på vers av W.J. Linton 1887, illustrert av Walter Crane. Så Caxtons versjon fra 1484. Og så Joseph Jacobs' fra 1894, illustrert av Richard Heighway. Lørdagsgodisen er helt nederst.


"How the cunning old Crow got his drink
When 'twas low in the pitcher, just think!
Don't say that he spilled it!
With pebbles he filled it,
Till the water rose up to the brink.
USE YOUR WITS"

"Better is crafte and subtylyte than force
As reherceth to vs this fable
Of a crowe whiche vpon a day came for to drynke oute of a boket
and by cause that she myght not reche to the water
she dyd fyll the boket ful of small stones
in soo moche that the water came vpward
wherof she dranke thenne at her wylle
and playsyre
And therfore hit appiereth wel
that wytte or sapyence is a moche fayr verture For by sapyence or wytte
thow shalt mowe resyste to all faultes".

"A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life. Little by little does the trick."

Og til slutt godisen, Sofia Karsson som synger Mikael Wiehes Flickan och kråkan. Den sitter helt fast i hodet mitt. God helg!