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How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin

A free B2-level English story for language learners, readable online in 7 languages, with an option to listen via the free Storyteller app.

Level
B2
Genres
fable, humor
Reading time
5 min
Languages available
EN, VI, ES, ZH, PT, HI, ID
How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin cover

A Parsee bakes a magnificent cake all for himself — until a bad-mannered Rhinoceros steals it, sparking a prank with an itchy, unforgettable payback.

Once upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick.

Era uma vez, numa ilha desabitada nas margens do Mar Vermelho, vivia um Parse de cujo chapéu os raios do sol se refletiam com um esplendor mais que oriental. E o Parse vivia à beira do Mar Vermelho sem nada além do seu chapéu, sua faca e um fogareiro de cozinha do tipo que você nunca, jamais deve tocar. E um dia ele pegou farinha, água, passas, ameixas, açúcar e outras coisas, e fez para si um único bolo que tinha sessenta centímetros de diâmetro e noventa de altura.

It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that’s magic), and he put it on stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin fitted him quite tight.

Era de fato um Comestível Superior (isso é mágica), e ele o colocou no fogareiro porque tinha permissão para cozinhar nele, e assou, e assou, até que ficou todo dourado e cheirava de um jeito muito sentimental. Mas bem quando ele ia comê-lo, veio descendo até a praia, vindo do Interior Completamente Desabitado, um Rinoceronte com um chifre no nariz, dois olhinhos de porco e poucos modos. Naqueles tempos, a pele do Rinoceronte lhe servia bem justinha.

There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a Noah’s Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He said, ‘How!’ and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental splendour.

Não havia uma única ruga nela. Ele se parecia exatamente com o Rinoceronte da Arca de Noé, só que muito maior. Mesmo assim, ele não tinha modos naquela época, não tem modos agora, e nunca vai ter modos nenhum. Ele disse: "Uau!" e o Parse deixou aquele bolo para trás e subiu até o topo de uma palmeira, sem nada além do chapéu, de onde os raios do sol continuavam a se refletir com esplendor mais que oriental.

And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate:—

E o Rinoceronte derrubou o fogareiro com o nariz, e o bolo rolou pela areia, e ele espetou aquele bolo no chifre do nariz, e o comeu, e foi embora, balançando o rabo, rumo ao desolado e Exclusivamente Desabitado Interior que faz fronteira com as ilhas de Mazanderan, Socotra e os Promontórios do Grande Equinócio. Então o Parse desceu de sua palmeira, colocou o fogareiro de pé de novo e recitou o seguinte Sloka, que, como você ainda não ouviu, vou agora contar:

Them that takes cakes Which the Parsee-man bakes Makes dreadful mistakes.

Quem come os bolos Que o Parse assa Comete erros terríveis.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

E havia muito mais nisso do que você imaginaria.

Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He said nothing whatever about the Parsee’s cake, because he had eaten it all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.

Porque, cinco semanas depois, houve uma onda de calor no Mar Vermelho, e todo mundo tirou toda a roupa que tinha. O Parse tirou o chapéu; mas o Rinoceronte tirou a pele e a carregou sobre o ombro enquanto descia até a praia para tomar banho. Naqueles tempos, ela se abotoava por baixo com três botões e parecia uma capa impermeável. Ele não disse absolutamente nada sobre o bolo do Parse, porque tinha comido tudo; e nunca teve modos, nem antes, nem depois, nem nunca. Entrou na água se bamboleando e soprou bolhas pelo nariz, deixando a pele na praia.

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp.

Logo depois, o Parse passou por ali e encontrou a pele, e deu um sorriso que deu duas voltas em torno do rosto todo. Então dançou três vezes ao redor da pele e esfregou as mãos. Depois foi até seu acampamento e encheu o chapéu de migalhas de bolo, pois o Parse nunca comia nada além de bolo, e nunca varria seu acampamento.

He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.

Ele pegou aquela pele, e sacudiu aquela pele, e esfregou aquela pele, e recheou aquela pele com o máximo de migalhas de bolo velhas, secas, murchas e que faziam cócegas, além de umas passas queimadas, que ela conseguia conter. Depois subiu até o topo de sua palmeira e esperou o Rinoceronte sair da água e vestir a pele.

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it.

E o Rinoceronte assim fez. Ele a abotoou com os três botões, e aquilo fez cócegas como migalhas de bolo numa cama. Então ele quis se coçar, mas isso só piorou; e então se deitou na areia e rolou, e rolou, e rolou, e cada vez que rolava, as migalhas de bolo faziam cócegas cada vez piores. Então correu até a palmeira e se esfregou, e se esfregou, e se esfregou contra ela.

He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.

Ele se esfregou tanto e com tanta força que sua pele formou uma grande dobra sobre os ombros, e outra dobra por baixo, onde antes ficavam os botões (mas ele esfregou os botões até tirá-los), e formou mais algumas dobras sobre as pernas. E isso lhe azedou o humor, mas não fez a menor diferença para as migalhas de bolo. Elas estavam dentro da pele, e faziam cócegas. Então ele foi para casa, muito bravo mesmo e terrivelmente coçando; e desde aquele dia até hoje todo rinoceronte tem grandes dobras na pele e um péssimo humor, tudo por causa das migalhas de bolo por dentro.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.

Mas o Parse desceu de sua palmeira, usando seu chapéu, de onde os raios do sol se refletiam com esplendor mais que oriental, arrumou seu fogareiro de cozinha e partiu na direção de Orotavo, Amygdala, os Prados Altos de Anantarivo, e os Pântanos de Sonaput.

This Uninhabited Island Is off Cape Gardafui, By the Beaches of Socotra And the Pink Arabian Sea: But it’s hot—too hot from Suez For the likes of you and me Ever to go In a P. and O. And call on the Cake-Parsee!

Esta Ilha Desabitada Fica perto do Cabo Guardafui, Junto às Praias de Socotra E o Rosado Mar Arábico: Mas é quente — quente demais desde Suez Para gente como você e eu Jamais ir Num navio da P. and O. Visitar o Parse-do-Bolo!

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