Gudo neMukoko weUchi 🔊

Kare kare zvakako, Tsuro naGudo vaifamba musango reMuzhanje vakanzwa kurira kwenyuchi pamuti mukuru.

Long ago, Tsuro and Gudo were walking through the wild loquat forest when they heard the gentle hum of bees high in a tree.

Tsuro akabatidza huswa hweutsi hunyoro, akatora mbiya imwe chete yeuchi achisiya mumwe mukoko wakachengeteka.

Tsuro lit a wisp of gentle smoke and harvested just one small bowl of golden honey, leaving the rest of the hive unharmed.

Tsuro akapa Sekuru Gudo uchi hwekutanga, Gudo ndokunanzva minwe achiti, " kutapira kwakadai kunoda kutorwa kose!"

Tsuro shared a taste with Uncle Gudo, who licked his fingers and exclaimed, "Sweetness like this must be taken all at once!"

Tsuro akayambira Gudo akati, "Sekuru, nyuchi hadzidi makaro, mukapwanya mukoko dzinotsamwa zvikuru."

Tsuro warned Gudo, "Uncle, bees despise greed; if you smash their hive they will become fiercely angry."

Gudo haana kuteerera. Akakwira muti masikati pasina utsi ndokupinza maoko maviri mumukoko achikara uchi.

Gudo refused to listen. He climbed the tree at midday without smoke and plunged both hands straight into the hive.

Nyuchi dzakabuda semvura yemuchirimo dzikaruma mhino nenzeve dzaGudo kusvika asvetukira mudziva remvura!

The bees swarmed out like a storm cloud and stung Gudo's nose and ears until he leaped headfirst into the river pool!

Gudo akabuda mumvura akazvimba muromo achichema. Ndipo pakafira sarungano. Chidzidzo: Makaro anoparadza, gutsikana nezvaunopiwa!

Gudo climbed out of the water with a swollen snout, humbled at last. That is where our story ends. Moral: Greed brings ruin; be content with enough!