Scufita neagraLittle Black Riding Hood

Sunt micuta, pictata si cu scufita… neagra. Asa am auzit eu ca e la moda. Lupul ce rau (mi s-a spus ca ar fi fost doar un caine mare, dar eu nu prea cred) m-a alergat prin toata gradina unde am fost aruncata, pana m-am ascuns intr-o crapatura la baza unui bloc.

 I’m tiny, painted and I have a black hood (I heard it was the latest fashion). The big bad wolf (they told me it was only a big dog, but I don’t believe them) chased me all over the yard I was thrown in, until I hid myself in a crack at the base of an apartment building.

Lupul latra si latra, si pe mine ma dureau urechiusele si incercam sa ma ascund cat mai adanc. Chiar cand credeam ca nu o sa mai ies niciodata de acolo a venit Voluntarul, care a gonit lupul si m-a luat in brate. Cat de fericita am fost! Am tors, am facut cozonacei, m-am uitat cu ochisori maaari in ochii voluntarului, numai sa nu ma mai lase niciodata sa ma intalnesc cu lupul cel rau. Din pacate voluntarul nu poate sa ma tina mult timp, si eu trebuie sa gasesc cat mai repede drumul spre casa bunicii (sau mamicii, sau taticului, sau oricarui om care vrea sa ma iubeasca). Ce ziceti, ma ajutati? Atunci trimiteti un mail la asociatia.robi@gmail.com

The wolf barked and barked, and my ears hurt terribly, and I tried to hide deeper and deeper. Even when I thought I would never get out, a Robi volunteer chased the wolf away and took me in her arms. I was so happy! I purred, I made biscuits, I looked with biiiig eyes into the volunteer’s eyes, only not to ever let me meet the big bad wolf again. Unfortunately the volunteer can’t keep me for long, and I have to find, as soon as possible, the way to grandma’s house (or mom’s, or dad’s, or anyone’s who would love me). What do you say, can you help me? Then please send an e-mail at asociatia.robi@gmail.com.