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What’s with this “Wren” thing?
The oldest extant version of the fable
we
are presenting here appeared in 1913 in the first volume of a two-volume anthology
of Low
Saxon folktales (Plattdeutsche
Volksmärchen “Low German Folktales”)
collected by Wilhelm Wisser (1843–1935). Read
more ...
’t Wintjerkuuëningske houw zien nis in de wagesjtal. Op unne kieër woare de ouwesj
allebei oeëtgevloage – ze woole get te eate vuur de poeëte hoale – en ze leete
de blage gans alleen achter.
Noa unne tied koam de pap weer heem.
“Enne? Wat is hiej gebuurd ?” zeat-er. “Wea hat uch get gedoa, kinjer?
Ger zit gans doeëreen!”
“Och pap,” zigge ze, “d’r koam hiej juus zonne groeëte boeman langs. Dea
zoog d’r zoeë koad en akelig oeët! Dea pieël-eugde zoeë os nis in mit zien
groeëte ooge. Dat heat os gans bang gemak!”
“Zò,” zeat pap, “woeë isser geblieëve?”
“Nou,” zigge ze, “hea gong doahear.”
“Wach mer!” zeat pap, “ich goan um zeuke. Sjtil mer, kinjer. Ich krieëg
dem waal!”
Dan vluug er ’um noa.
Esser de hook om kump, zuter unne lieëw.
Mer ’t wintjerkuuëningske hat ginne angs. Hea zit zich op de ruk van de
lieëw en begint um oeët te sjelle. “Wat hubs doe in mien boeët te zeuke,” zeat
er, “en mien poeëte get bang ligge te make?!”
De lieëw trik zich geen bul d’r van aan en lup gewuuën doeër.
Dan geet er nog heller tekieër, dea kleene vrikkeling. “Doe hubs doa nieks
te zeuke, zik ich dich! En es-se nog us truukkums,” zeat er, “dan zulse ’nus
get mitmake! Ich doeën ut neet gear, ” zeat er, en lucht zich un puuëtje op,
“mer dan break ich dich de ruk mit miene poeët!”
Dan vluug er truuk heevesj.
“Zò kinjer, ” zeat er, “dem hub ich de wach aangezag. Dea kump nimmieë
truuk!”
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