Once upon a time..

För en tid sedan fick jag frågan om att hjälpa en utbytesstudent med ett projekt. Hon skulle skapa en sagobok och ett mjukisdjur. Det hon ville ha hjälp med var att skriva. Det verkade så klart spännande och det var väldigt roligt att ha fått frågan. Projektet heter human needs vs luxuary, dvs mänskliga behov vs lyx. Det utbytesstudenten ville med projektet är att väcka tankar. Varför äter vi kött? Varför har vi djur i fångenskap för att utnyttja dem? Varför kan vi inte låta djuren bara vara och vara lyckliga? Live and let it live. Tjejen jag samarbetade med visste tydligt vad hon ville och Det som är i fetstil är helt hennes text som hon ville ha med. Resten har jag skrivit utifrån hennes önskemål. Den stora utmaningen låg i att skriva på engelska. Orginaltexten innehöll små grammatiska fel men som några kanadensiska utbytesstudenter nu har korrigerat åt mig. Texten finns enbart på engelska.

 

Once upon a time, when noble creatures created the Universe, nature was alive, soulful, intelligent – not a machine or chemical chain reaction. Human beings were not a minor product of arms race between selfish genes – but a spiritual being coming from stars. It was not a puppet, manipulated by oligarch’s mass media – but a being endued with the mysterious forces and ability to think for themselves.

There was an old goat with three little kids, and as she had not enough food to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune. As the kids have never met humans before, they listened closely and believed everything humans said. The first that went off met a butcher with a big knife, and the butcher said to the little kid, “Please, follow me back to my shop and help me feed a family.” Which the kid did, and in the shop the butcher killed the goat kid and cut up the body. The next day a woman and her seven-year-old son walked into the shop looking for some meat. The boy saw the pieces of meat that used to be the little goat and asked his mum “What is that meat that looks so yummy?” “It´s a kid goat that I killed yesterday” the butcher answered the boy. His mum put the meat in her bag; paid the butcher and they slowly walked out of the store and went home for a nice supper.

The second little goat met a goat farmer who was pulling a carriage with a milk machine. The goat farmer said to the little kid, “Please, follow me back to my goat farm and help me feed a family.” Which the kid did and in the farm the goat farmer trapped the goat kid and tied the goat kid onto a milk machine.  Now the little goat had to stay there and produce milk every day so that the farmer could sell goat milk and goat cheese in his farmer shop.  The next day a woman and her son walked into the shop looking for goat milk and cheese. The boy saw the bottles of milk and the small cheeses from the little goat and asked his mum “What is that cheese that looks so yummy?” “It´s a kid goat that I trapped yesterday” the butcher answered the boy. His mum put the cheese and the milk in her bag; paid the goat farmer and then, they went home for a nice supper.

The third little goat never met a man; instead she ended up in a nice, green meadow full of smelly grass and blossom flowers. The little goat felt very joyful and happy playing in the sun and eating as much grass as she could.  Time passed by and one day a boy came along. The same boy who had eaten the first goat and then had drunk goat milk and eaten goat chees.  Now he saw the happy and free little goat enjoying life running around and taking leaps of happiness. Suddenly the goat smelled the boy and ran away scared to hide amongst some bushes. The boy called for the little goat “Please let us be friends”. “Can I trust you?” the little goat replied to the boy. “Maybe you want to eat me or capture me. One only understands the things that one tames”, said the little goat. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me.” “What must I do, to tame you?” asked the boy. “You must be very patient”, replied the little goat. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me – like that – in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.” So the boy sat still in the meadow, taming the little goat. Soon the boy could pet the little goat. Both goat and boy became good friends and lived happily ever after.

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