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Spanish to English: El Pueblo Carcassonne General field: Other Detailed field: Education / Pedagogy
Source text - Spanish El Pueblo Carcassonne
Una vez, hace mucho tiempo, cuando el pueblo Carcassonne estuvo rodeado por un ejército del enemigo, la gente del pueblo estuvieron muriendo de hambre y fueron listos a rendirse al ejercito.
“¡No, no se rindieron¡” grito una viejita antigua. Yo sé que nuestro pueblo lo podemos guardar. Primero, me traen una vaca. “¡No hay más vacas!” ellos dijeron. Pero la viejita insistí, y por fin se la encontraron una vaca vieja, en una cabaña de un avaro.
“Ahora,” la vieja les ordeno, “me traen una canasta del trigo.”
“¡No hay más trigo!” les protestaron. Pero la viejita insistí, y una canasta llena de harina hubo coleccionado, grano por grano.
La viejita di de comer a la vaca, y la releyó afuera de las murallas del pueblo, donde los soldados enemigos se capturaron y la mataron. Cuando los soldados enemigos dijeron al rey que el estómago de la vaca estaba llena, el rey dice, “Si la gente de Carcassonne tienen harina para sus animales, ellos deben tener un montón para sus propios.” Y él se fue con su ejército esta noche.
Y ese era como Carcassonne estuvo salvado.
-Una fabula
Translation - English The Town of Carcassonne
Once, long ago, when the town of Carcassonne was surrounded by an enemy army, the inhabitants were dying of hunger and were about to surrender.
“Don’t give up!” cried a little old woman. “I know that the town can be saved. First bring me a cow.”
“There are no more cows!” the people said. But the old woman insisted, and at last an old cow was found in the hut of a miser.
“Now,” ordered the old woman, “bring me a basket of wheat.”
“There is no wheat left!” everyone protested. But the old woman insisted and a basket of wheat was collected grain by grain.
The old woman fed the wheat to the cow, and then released it outside the city walls, where it was captured and killed. When the enemy soldiers told their king that the cow’s belly was full of grain, the king said, “If the people of Carcassonne have wheat for their animals, they must have plenty for themselves” And he left with his army that very night.
And that was how Carcassonne was saved.
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