African folk stories: singing drums and mysterious pumpkins
one morning, a group of young african girls came to the beach to play.
these children are usually hard to clean, weeds, firewood, water, everything.
because it's a holiday, they have the opportunity to chase and laugh on the beach.
they play in the waves by the sea, but they do not dare to enter deep water because they hear that there are sharks in the water that will eat them; and, more dangerously, the genie will drag them into the water as slaves.
there are many beautiful shells on the beach, some big, flashing like pearls; and some little games, very cute.
soon, every child picked up the most beautiful shells and was ready to take them home.
a young girl found a particularly beautiful shell, which she put on a rock for fear of being crushed by other children.
when they came home, the little girl forgot to put the shells on the rock.
it didn't come back to me until a while ago.
"oh, my shells! my beautiful shells!" she screamed.
"i left the best shell on the rock.
come with me and get it." but no one else wants to go back with her.
"you've found much better," they said, "what does it matter if one is missing?" "no! i have to have that one." because that's the best one." she said.
"then go get it yourself," said the biggest girl, "we're tired and hungry and want to go home." the little girl had to walk to the beach alone.
in order to strengthen her courage, she sang her own song in her mouth: i forgot my shell, my beautiful shell, on a smooth, grey rock, shining like the moon.
when she came to the rock, she suddenly found a monster sitting on the rock, and she was in shock, "come on, little girl, sing it again." the monster says.
the little girl took a step forward and sang it again.
"you really have a golden voice," the monster says, "and picks up the little girl's shells there." "sing me again, i'll give you shells." the little girl has to sing again.
the monster reached out and gave her shells, and her arms were held tight as she approached.
"ah!" the ogre screams, "i've got it.
i can't let you go.
when i tell you to sing, you have to sing to me." it grabs the little girl with one hand and pulls a drum out of the back of the rock, pushing the child into the drum and immediately seals it off.
"my little baby," it says, "when i play the drum, you have to sing, or i'll hit you." it said it went to a nearby village with its drums under its armpit.
it sits down under the lawn of the villagers' meeting and shouts, "listen, villagers! i have a magic drum, and if you bring me chicken and rice, i can play drums for you and you can all dance." people brought it food, and it ran out of it on its own and left nothing for the little girl.
then it started playing drums, and the kids started singing in it。"That's a weird drum!" The villagers said they were dancing happily.
How do they know a little girl has been forced to sing by a demon in a drum? People are tired of jumping and not dancing.
The ogre comes to another village with his drums.
Similarly, it sat down at the meeting place and asked the villagers to give it drinks.
After having had enough wine, it began to play the drums, which, with their sharp rhythms, gave the voice of joy.
However, the demons chose the wrong place, which is the village where the little girl lives.
Her parents immediately heard that it was her daughter.
"What are we going to do?" The two of them are confused.
"It's so big, and it's a monster, and if it gets angry, it'll do it to us." "I have a way." Mother said, "Let the monsters drink as much as they can.
After it gets drunk, we can save our daughter." As a result, the father gave the good wine he had made to the drummers, and even flattered that he had never heard such a wonderful drum, which was a reward for its success.
The more you drink, the more the drums fall.
Finally, the monster fell asleep as soft as it could.
It was too late and most villagers had gone home。