|English to Chinese: Chasing a Frog|
Detailed field: International Org/Dev/Coop
|Source text - English|
She brought me to a small, muddy pond, no more than 6 to 7 meters in diameter. She used a small spade to dig anywhere there was a visible hole in the ground, for whatever creatures may be lurking inside. Most of the holes were empty, and a lot of futile digging ensued. By the end of the day, a few tiny crabs were found, but it was the skinny brown frog, that left a lasting impression on me. As she dug deeper and deeper into the wet earth, Peh's mother never lost sight of the dark hole, despite its twists and turns. Suddenly, out sprinted a tiny brown frog. Boy, could it run! If there were a frog Olympics, it would be the Liu Xiang of his generation. This frog must have known it was fleeing for his life, and that Peh was a very hungry boy!
It jumped out its hole and was gone in an instant, disappearing into the tall grass. Before I could react (in fact, at this point, I was thinking, "what the heck was that thing?") Peh's mother turned into a fierce predator, on all fours, quickly combing the grass for the escaped frog. I knew her chances were slim, but Peh's mother was
determined to not let it escape. I saw before me, a grown woman on all fours, completely focused on catching a tiny frog. The look in her eyes made me realize a most valuable lesson: the mute child in a World Vision photograph did not mean poverty. This was poverty. Peh's mother, chasing after a fleeing frog. She was hungry, desperate and viscious. After an amazing athletic pursuit, and one final
lioness pounce, she stood up, revealing the 4 centimeter long skinny frog in her cupped hands. Food, so scarce, so precious. It would be less than a mouthful, even for little Peh. I was in awe.
|Translation - Chinese|