Kare kare zvakako, Ngwena yaiva neganda rakapfava uye rakatsetseka sendarama muna Rwizi Zambezi.
A long, long time ago, Crocodile had smooth, glowing golden skin in the waters of the Zambezi River.
Kare kare zvakako, Ngwena yaiva neganda rakapfava uye rakatsetseka sendarama muna Rwizi Zambezi.
A long, long time ago, Crocodile had smooth, glowing golden skin in the waters of the Zambezi River.
Mhuka dzose dzaibatsira Ngwena nekuigadzira mumvuri wemashizha kuti zuva risapise ganda rayo.
All the animals kindly wove leafy shade over the riverbank so the hot sun would not bake Crocodile's smooth skin.
Ngwena yakatanga kuzvikudza ichiti, "Ndini mambo werwizi! Ini handidi rubatsiro rwenyu!"
Soon Crocodile grew boastful and proud, declaring, "I am ruler of the river! I do not need anyone's help!"
Rimwe zuva, Ngwena yakarara pamusoro peruware rwaiyerera zuva guru pasina mumvuri.
One bright afternoon, Crocodile lay boasting atop a flat granite rock right under the blazing midday sun.
Zuva rakapisa ganda raNgwena kusvika raoma, kuita makwati makobvu sechigadziko chehuni!
The hot sun baked Crocodile's smooth skin until it hardened into rough, bumpy scales like tree bark!
Ngwena yakamhanyira mumvura ichinyara, asi makwati acho haana kuzobva zvakare.
Crocodile slid quickly back into the cool river water in embarrassment, but the bumpy scales remained forever.
Ndipo pakafira sarungano. Chidzidzo: Usazvikudze nekukanganwa vanokubatsira!
And that is where our storyteller rests. Our lesson: Never let pride make you forget those who help you!
Kare kare zvakako, Ngwena yaiva neganda rakapfava uye rakatsetseka sendarama muna Rwizi Zambezi.
A long, long time ago, Crocodile had smooth, glowing golden skin in the waters of the Zambezi River.
Mhuka dzose dzaibatsira Ngwena nekuigadzira mumvuri wemashizha kuti zuva risapise ganda rayo.
All the animals kindly wove leafy shade over the riverbank so the hot sun would not bake Crocodile's smooth skin.
Ngwena yakatanga kuzvikudza ichiti, "Ndini mambo werwizi! Ini handidi rubatsiro rwenyu!"
Soon Crocodile grew boastful and proud, declaring, "I am ruler of the river! I do not need anyone's help!"
Rimwe zuva, Ngwena yakarara pamusoro peruware rwaiyerera zuva guru pasina mumvuri.
One bright afternoon, Crocodile lay boasting atop a flat granite rock right under the blazing midday sun.
Zuva rakapisa ganda raNgwena kusvika raoma, kuita makwati makobvu sechigadziko chehuni!
The hot sun baked Crocodile's smooth skin until it hardened into rough, bumpy scales like tree bark!
Ngwena yakamhanyira mumvura ichinyara, asi makwati acho haana kuzobva zvakare.
Crocodile slid quickly back into the cool river water in embarrassment, but the bumpy scales remained forever.
Ndipo pakafira sarungano. Chidzidzo: Usazvikudze nekukanganwa vanokubatsira!
And that is where our storyteller rests. Our lesson: Never let pride make you forget those who help you!
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