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Winnie-the-Pooh | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

Winnie-the-Pooh | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

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INTRODUCTION
Ifyouhappento
har
havereadanotherbookaboutChristopherRobin,you
kan
mayrememberthatheoncehadaswan(ortheswanhadChristopherRobin,Idon't
vet
knowwhich)andthathe
pleide
usedtocallthisswanPooh.
Thatwasa
lenge
longtimeago,andwhenwe
sa
saidgood-bye,wetookthe
navnet
namewithus,aswedidn't
trodde
thinktheswanwouldwantitanymore.
Vel
Well,whenEdwardBearsaid
at
thathewouldlikeanexciting
navn
namealltohimself,ChristopherRobin
sa
saidatonce,withoutstoppingto
tenke
think,thathewasWinnie-the-Pooh.
Og
Andhewas.
So,asI
har
haveexplainedthePoohpart,I
vil
willnowexplaintherestofit.
Youcan'tbeinLondonfor
lenge
longwithoutgoingtotheZoo.
Thereare
noen
somepeoplewhobegintheZooatthebeginning,
kalt
calledWAYIN,andwalkasquicklyasthey
kan
canpasteverycageuntiltheygettotheone
kalt
calledWAYOUT,butthenicest
mennesker
peoplegostraighttotheanimalthey
elsker
lovethemost,andstaythere.
So
når
whenChristopherRobingoesto
den
theZoo,hegoesto
der
wherethePolarBearsare,
og
andhewhisperssomethingto
den
thethirdkeeperfromtheleft,
og
anddoorsareunlocked,andwewander
gjennom
throughdarkpassagesandupsteepstairs,untilatlastwe
kommer
cometothespecialcage,
og
andthecageisopened,
og
andouttrotssomethingbrown
og
andfurry,andwitha
lykkelig
happycryof"Oh,Bear!"
ChristopherRobinrushesintoitsarms.
Now
denne
thisbear'snameisWinnie,which
viser
showswhatagoodnameforbearsit
er
is,butthefunnythingisthatwecan't
huske
rememberwhetherWinnieiscalled
etter
afterPooh,orPoohafterWinnie.
We
visste
didknowonce,butwe
har
haveforgotten....
Ihadwrittenas
langt
farasthiswhenPiglet
så
lookedupandsaidinhissqueakyvoice,"WhataboutMe?"
"My
kjære
dearPiglet,"Isaid,"thewhole
boken
bookisaboutyou."
"Soitis
om
aboutPooh,"hesqueaked.
You
ser
seewhatitis.
Heisjealous
fordi
becausehethinksPoohis
har
havingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.
Poohisthefavourite,of
selvfølgelig
course,there'snodenyingit,
men
butPigletcomesinfor
en
agoodmanythingswhichPoohmisses;
fordi
becauseyoucan'ttakePoohto
skolen
schoolwithouteverybodyknowingit,
men
butPigletissosmallthatheslipsinto
en
apocket,whereitis
veldig
verycomfortingtofeelhim
når
whenyouarenotquite
sikker
surewhethertwicesevenistwelve
eller
ortwenty-two.
Sometimesheslips
ut
outandhasagood
blikk
lookintheink-pot,andin
denne
thiswayhehasgot
mer
moreeducationthanPooh,butPoohdoesn'tmind.
Noen
Somehavebrains,andsomehaven't,he
sier
says,andthereitis.
Og
Andnowalltheothersare
sier
saying,"WhataboutUs?"
So
kanskje
perhapsthebestthingto
gjøre
doistostopwritingIntroductions
og
andgetonwiththe
boken
book.
CHAPTERI
INWHICHWEAREINTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOH
Og
ANDSOMEBEES,ANDTHESTORIESBEGIN
Her
HereisEdwardBear,comingdownstairs
nå
now,bump,bump,bump,onthe
baksiden
backofhishead,behindChristopherRobin.
It
er
is,asfarashe
vet
knows,theonlywayof
komme
comingdownstairs,butsometimeshefeelsthatthere
virkelig
reallyisanotherway,ifonlyhe
kunne
couldstopbumpingfora
øyeblikk
momentandthinkofit.
Og
Andthenhefeelsthat
kanskje
perhapsthereisn't.
Anyhow,hereheisatthebottom,
og
andreadytobeintroducedtoyou.
Winnie-the-Pooh.
Da
WhenIfirstheardhis
navnet
name,Isaid,justasyouaregoingto
si
say,"ButIthoughthewas
en
aboy?"
SodidI,"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
Thenyoucan't
kalle
callhimWinnie?"
Idon't."
Men
Butyousaid——".
He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.
Don'tyou
vet
knowwhat'ther'means?"
Ah,
ja
yes,nowIdo,"I
sa
saidquickly;
andIhopeyou
gjør
dotoo,becauseitisalltheexplanationyouaregoingto
få
get.
SometimesWinnie-the-Poohlikesa
spill
gameofsomesortwhenhe
kommer
comesdownstairs,andsometimeshe
liker
likestositquietlyin
foran
frontofthefireand
lytte
listentoastory.
This
kveld
evening——.
Whataboutastory?"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
Whatabout
en
astory?"
Isaid.
Couldyou
veldig
verysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"
IsupposeIcould,"I
sa
said.
"Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"
Om
Abouthimself.
Becausehe'sthatsortofBear."
Oh,Isee."
So
kunne
couldyouverysweetly?"
I'lltry,"I
sa
said.
SoItried.
Onceupon
en
atime,averylongtime
siden
agonow,aboutlastFriday,Winnie-the-Poohlivedin
en
aforestallbyhimself
under
underthenameofSanders.
("Whatdoes'underthename'mean?"
spurte
askedChristopherRobin.
Itmeanshe
hadde
hadthenameoverthe
døren
dooringoldletters,andlived
under
underit."
Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
NowIam,"
sa
saidagrowlyvoice.
ThenI
vil
willgoon,"saidI.)
One
dag
daywhenhewasout
gå
walking,hecametoan
åpent
openplaceinthemiddleof
de
theforest,andinthemiddleof
dette
thisplacewasalargeoak-tree,
og
and,fromthetopof
de
thetree,therecamealoudbuzzing-noise.
Winnie-the-Poohsat
ned
downatthefootofthetree,
satte
puthisheadbetweenhispaws
og
andbegantothink.
Firstof
alt
allhesaidtohimself:
"Thatbuzzing-noise
betyr
meanssomething.
Youdon'tget
en
abuzzing-noiselikethat,justbuzzing
og
andbuzzing,withoutitsmeaning
noe
something.
Ifthere'sabuzzing-noise,somebody'smaking
en
abuzzing-noise,andtheonlyreasonformaking
en
abuzzing-noisethatIknowofis
fordi
becauseyou'reabee."
Thenhe
tenkte
thoughtanotherlongtime,and
sa
said:
"Andtheonlyreasonforbeing
en
abeethatIknowofis
lage
makinghoney."
Andthenhegot
opp
up,andsaid:
"Andthe
eneste
onlyreasonformakinghoneyissoasI
kan
caneatit."
Sohebegantoclimbthetree.
Heclimbed
og
andheclimbedandheclimbed,
og
andasheclimbedhe
sang
sangalittlesongtohimself.
It
gikk
wentlikethis:.
Thenheclimbedalittlefurther...
og
andalittlefurther...
og
andthenjustalittlefurther.
Bythat
tiden
timehehadthoughtofanothersong.
Hewas
ble
gettingrathertiredbythis
tidspunktet
time,sothatiswhyhe
sang
sangaComplainingSong.
Hewasnearly
der
therenow,andifhe
bare
juststoodonthatbranch...
Crack!
Oh,help!"
sa
saidPooh,ashedropped
ti
tenfeetonthebranchbelow
ham
him.
IfonlyIhadn't——"
he
sa
said,ashebouncedtwentyfeetontothe
neste
nextbranch.
Yousee,whatImeanttodo,"heexplained,ashe
snudde
turnedhead-over-heels,andcrashedontoanotherbranchthirtyfeetbelow,"whatImeanttodo——".
Of
selvfølgelig
course,itwasrather——"
headmitted,asheslithered
veldig
veryquicklythroughthenext
seks
sixbranches.
Itallcomes,Isuppose,"hedecided,ashe
sa
saidgood-byetothelastbranch,spunround
tre
threetimes,andflewgracefullyinto
en
agorse-bush,"itallcomesof
like
likinghoneysomuch.
Oh,help!"
Hecrawled
ut
outofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhisnose,
og
andbegantothinkagain.
Og
Andthefirstpersonhe
tenkte
thoughtofwasChristopherRobin.
("Was
det
thatme?"
saidChristopherRobinin
en
anawedvoice,hardlydaringto
tro
believeit.
Thatwasyou."
ChristopherRobin
sa
saidnothing,buthiseyesgotlarger
og
andlarger,andhisfacegotpinker
og
andpinker.)
SoWinnie-the-Poohwentroundtohis
venn
friendChristopherRobin,wholived
bak
behindagreendoorinanother
del
partoftheforest.
Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"he
sa
said.
Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.
Iwonderifyou'vegot
slik
suchathingasaballoonaboutyou?"
En
Aballoon?"
Yes,Ijust
sa
saidtomyselfcomingalong:
'IwonderifChristopherRobin
har
hassuchathingas
en
aballoonabouthim?'
I
bare
justsaidittomyself,
tenker
thinkingofballoons,andwondering."
Whatdoyou
vil
wantaballoonfor?"
you
sa
said.
Winnie-the-Poohlookedroundto
se
seethatnobodywaslistening,
satte
puthispawtohismouth,
og
andsaidinadeepwhisper:
"Honey!"
Men
Butyoudon'tgethoney
med
withballoons!"
Ido,"saidPooh.
Vel
Well,itjusthappenedthatyou
hadde
hadbeentoapartythe
dagen
daybeforeatthehouseofyour
venn
friendPiglet,andyouhadballoonsattheparty.
Youhadhad
en
abiggreenballoon;
andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhada
stor
bigblueone,andhadleftit
bak
behind,beingreallytooyoungto
gå
gotoapartyatall;
og
andsoyouhadbrought
den
thegreenoneandtheblueone
hjem
homewithyou.
Whichone
vil
wouldyoulike?"
youaskedPooh.
He
puttet
puthisheadbetweenhispaws
og
andthoughtverycarefully.
It's
som
likethis,"hesaid.
"Whenyou
går
goafterhoneywithaballoon,the
store
greatthingisnotto
la
letthebeesknowyou're
kommer
coming.
Now,ifyouhave
en
agreenballoon,theymight
tro
thinkyouwereonlypartofthetree,
og
andnotnoticeyou,and,
hvis
ifyouhaveablueballoon,they
kan
mightthinkyouwereonly
del
partofthesky,andnotnoticeyou,
og
andthequestionis:
Whichis
mest
mostlikely?"
Wouldn'ttheynoticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"
you
spurte
asked.
Theymightorthey
kan
mightnot,"saidWinnie-the-Pooh.
"You
aldri
nevercantellwithbees."
He
tenkte
thoughtforamomentand
sa
said:
"Ishalltryto
se
looklikeasmallblackcloud.
Det
Thatwilldeceivethem."
Thenyouhadbetterhave
den
theblueballoon,"yousaid;
og
andsoitwasdecided.
Vel
Well,youbothwentout
med
withtheblueballoon,andyou
tok
tookyourgunwithyou,
bare
justincase,asyou
alltid
alwaysdid,andWinnie-the-Poohwentto
et
averymuddyplacethathe
visste
knewof,androlledandrolleduntilhewas
svart
blackallover;
andthen,
da
whentheballoonwasblown
opp
upasbigasbig,
og
andyouandPoohwere
begge
bothholdingontothestring,you
la
letgosuddenly,andPoohBearfloatedgracefully
opp
upintothesky,andstayedthere—level
med
withthetopofthetree
og
andabouttwentyfeetawayfrom
det
it.
Hooray!"
youshouted.
Isn't
det
thatfine?"
shoutedWinnie-the-Poohdowntoyou.
"WhatdoI
ser
looklike?"
Youlooklike
en
aBearholdingonto
en
aballoon,"yousaid.
Not,"
sa
saidPoohanxiously,"—notlike
en
asmallblackcloudin
en
abluesky?"
Notverymuch."
Ah,
vel
well,perhapsfromuphereit
ser
looksdifferent.
And,asI
sier
say,younevercantell
med
withbees."
Therewasnowindtoblowhimnearertothetree,sotherehestayed.
He
kunne
couldseethehoney,he
kunne
couldsmellthehoney,buthecouldn't
helt
quitereachthehoney.
After
en
alittlewhilehecalled
ned
downtoyou.
ChristopherRobin!"
he
sa
saidinaloudwhisper.
Hallo!"
I
tror
thinkthebeessuspectsomething!"
Whatsortofthing?"
Idon't
vet
know.
Butsomethingtellsme
at
thatthey'resuspicious!"
Perhapsthey
tror
thinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."
It
kan
maybethat.
Younever
kan
cantellwithbees."
Therewasanother
liten
littlesilence,andthenhecalled
ned
downtoyouagain.
ChristopherRobin!"
Yes?"
Har
Haveyouanumbrellainyourhouse?"
I
tror
thinkso."
Iwishyou
ville
wouldbringitouthere,
og
andwalkupanddown
med
withit,andlookupatme
hver
everynowandthen,and
si
say'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain.'
I
tror
think,ifyoudidthat,it
ville
wouldhelpthedeceptionwhichwearepractisingon
disse
thesebees."
Well,youlaughedtoyourself,"SillyoldBear!"
men
butyoudidn'tsayitaloud
fordi
becauseyouweresofondof
ham
him,andyouwenthomeforyourumbrella.
Oh,
der
thereyouare!"
calleddownWinnie-the-Pooh,as
snart
soonasyougotbacktothetree.
"Iwasbeginningto
bli
getanxious.
Ihavediscovered
at
thatthebeesarenowdefinitelySuspicious."
ShallI
sette
putmyumbrellaup?"
you
sa
said.
Yes,butwaita
øyeblikk
moment.
Wemustbepractical.
Den
Theimportantbeetodeceiveis
den
theQueenBee.
Canyou
se
seewhichistheQueenBeefromdownthere?"
No."
Apity.
Vel
Well,now,ifyouwalk
opp
upanddownwithyourumbrella,
sier
saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'Ishall
gjøre
dowhatIcanby
synge
singingalittleCloudSong,
slik
suchasacloudmight
synge
sing....
Go!"
So,whileyou
gikk
walkedupanddownandwondered
om
ifitwouldrain,Winnie-the-Pooh
sang
sangthissong:.
Thebeeswere
fortsatt
stillbuzzingassuspiciouslyasever.
Noen
Someofthem,indeed,lefttheirnests
og
andflewallroundthecloudasitbeganthe
andre
secondverseofthissong,
og
andonebeesatdownonthenoseofthecloudfora
øyeblikk
moment,andthengotupagain.
Christopher—ow!—Robin,"calledoutthecloud.
Yes?"
I
har
havejustbeenthinking,andI
har
havecometoavery
viktig
importantdecision.
Thesearethe
feil
wrongsortofbees."
Arethey?"
Helt
Quitethewrongsort.
SoI
burde
shouldthinktheywouldmakethe
feil
wrongsortofhoney,shouldn'tyou?"
Ville
Wouldthey?"
Yes.
SoI
tror
thinkIshallcomedown."
How?"
spurte
askedyou.
Winnie-the-Poohhadn'tthoughtabout
dette
this.
Ifheletgoofthestring,he
ville
wouldfall—bump—andhedidn'tlikethe
ideen
ideaofthat.
Sohe
tenkte
thoughtforalongtime,
og
andthenhesaid:.
ChristopherRobin,you
må
mustshoottheballoonwithyourgun.
Har
Haveyougotyourgun?"
OfcourseIhave,"you
sa
said.
"ButifIdothat,it
vil
willspoiltheballoon,"you
sa
said.