Littérature de jeunesse en anglais : Helen Bannerman, Pat et l’araignée/Présentation du livre
Un conte dans la lignée des fables indiennes de Djataka et de Kipling, comme Le singe taquin. Il met en scène un garçonnet anglais se promenant dans la jungle et qui décide de devenir minuscule. Beaucoup de merveilleux avec des animaux qui parlent à l’enfant et réciproquement, mais aussi de nombreuses remarques naturalistes, créent un monde imaginaire attachant.
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- Traduction en cc-by-sa, déposée sur commons.wikimedia.org le 8 janvier 2017 :1 696 mots.
- Les œuvres de l'auteure, Helen Bannerman, sont dans le domaine public depuis le 1er janvier 2017.
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- Il y a très longtemps de cela, du temps où les enfants comprenaient le langage des animaux et savaient leur répondre...
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- Pat, le papillon et l'araignée par la classe de CP de l'école du Breuil. Enregistrement en cc-by-sa de Marie Sartori.
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"Yes, I will, with pleasure," said Pat, and he tore the spider's web in pieces, and let the butterfly out. Then the butterfly perched on Pat's finger and said, « Now what can I do for vou ? "
"Oh," said Pat, "I wish you would tell me how to grow as small as you."
« Do you see those bamboos up the road ? said the butterfly. Those are telescope bamboos; if you creep through one way they make you small, and if you creep through the other way they make you large."
Then the butterfly flew joyfully away, and Pat ran off to look for a bamboo. He found an old one, but he could hardly get into it ; however by pushing his feet in first he just managed. And coming out at the other end was not nearly so difficult as he expected.
Now he was about as big as a large doll, but he wanted to be much smaller, so he crept through again, and this time it was quite easy. He crept through several times, and when he came out at last just the size of his own forefinger, he was delighted.
He dressed himself up in all sorts of flowers, but though they looked very lovely, they were not at all strong, so he soon threw them off again, and had a delightful ride upon a very springy blade of grass, and then he climbed up the stem of a great bramble bush. That was splendid : the thorns made it just like going up a ladder.
And at the top what delicious brambles he found! He sat on a leaf and was having a great feast off one single one, when suddenly a bird made a dab at him, and Pat was so frightened he tumbled heels over head off the leaf, and fell plump into the middle of a spider's web. The spider got such a start it dropped to the ground, but in another moment it came scrambling back up its thread.
« Ho, ho! » it said : « you are the little boy who broke my web this morning. I wish I could eat you at once, but I've just eaten two great bluebottles; I'll have to keep you for a day or two. »
And it began to cover Pat with thread, till he could not move a finger.
But just as the spider had almost finished, the bird who had frightened Pat made a dash at it. And it dropped to the ground again in a great fright ; while the bird flew on, with Pat sticking to its head by the cobwebs. Pat was dreadfully afraid he would fall, but by degrees he managed to wriggle back onto the bird's neck, and then he sat up, and began pulling off the bits of cobweb.
Before he could get them all off, the bird dashed under a branch, and Pat was left sticking in a fork, miles and miles above the ground it seemed to him.
Then he was glad he still had some of the spider's threads about him, for they made a splendid rope for sliding down. And when he got safely to the ground he easily pulled off the last bits, and was running along joyfully, when suddenly he met the spider again.
« What a joyfull meeting » said the spider, but Pat did not think so, and he turned and he ran away as fast as his legs would carry him. Fortunately, he ran straight to the big bamboo, and just as the spider was going to catch his leg he dashed in.
But the spider dashed in after him and oh! how huge it was when it came out. Pat scrambled in again as fast as ever he could, and ran to catch the spider before it could get in again. He was just in time to catch its two hind legs, which he seized, and haulted as hard as ever he could.
Suddenly, the spider jerked off both legs and Pat sat down with a bump, while it crawled quickly on. Before Pat could follow it, he heard a noise behind him, and when he looked round he saw a tiger coming softly up behind him. In a minute he had crawled into the bamboo, behind the spider, and the tiger went along the bamboo sniffing and calling : « Pat, come out, I want you! »
But what a start he got, when a spider as large as a rocking-horse came out. « Get out of my way, » said the spider, « I want to catch Pat. » « You are Pat,» said the tiger, and without another word he ate it up.But the spider was fearfully poisonous, and before the tiger could finish it he fell down dead. And Pat ran gaily home to tea.