Labarin Timmy Tiptoes

A wani zamani, akwai wani ƙaramin kuregen bishiya mai launin toka, mai ɗan kiba kuma mai jin daɗi, ana kiransa Timmy Tiptoes. Yana da gida da aka rufe da ganye a saman doguwar bishiya, kuma yana da ƙaramar mata kuregen bishiya mai suna Goody.

Timmy Tiptoes ya zauna a waje yana jin daɗin iska mai sanyi; ya kaɗa wutsiyarsa ya yi dariya—
“Ƙaramar matata Goody, kwayoyin goro sun nuna; dole mu tara ajiya don hunturu da bazara.“
Goody Tiptoes tana ta aikin tura gansakuka ƙarƙashin rufin ciyawa—
“Gidan nan yana da dumi sosai, za mu yi barci mai nauyi duk tsawon hunturu.“
“To, za mu farka mun fi ramewa, idan babu abin ci a lokacin bazara,“ in ji Timothy mai hangen nesa.

Sa’ad da Timmy da Goody Tiptoes suka zo kurmin goro, sai suka tarar wasu kuregen itace sun riga sun kasance a can.
Timmy ya cire jaket ɗinsa ya rataye shi a kan ƙaramin reshe; suka ci gaba da aiki cikin shiru, su kaɗai.

Kowace rana sukan yi tafiye-tafiye da yawa, suna kuma tsintar kwayoyin goro masu yawa. Sukan ɗauke su a cikin jakunkuna, su adana su a cikin kututturen itatuwa masu rami da yawa kusa da itacen da suka gina sheƙarsu.

Da waɗannan kututturan suka cika, sai suka fara zuba abin da ke cikin buhunan a cikin wani rami can sama a wata bishiya da ta taɓa zama ta wani tsuntsun buga-itace; ƙwayoyin goro suka yi ƙara suna gangarowa—ƙasa—ƙasa—ƙasa a ciki.
“Ta yaya za ka sake fitar da su? Yana kama da akwatin kuɗi!” in ji Goody.
“Zan zama na fi siriri sosai kafin lokacin bazara, masoyiyata,” in ji Timmy Tiptoes, yana leƙawa cikin ramin.

Sun tara da yawa—domin ba su rasa su ba! Sukurilai da suke binne kwayoyinsu a cikin ƙasa sukan rasa fiye da rabi, domin ba sa iya tuna wurin.
Sukurilin da ya fi mantuwa a cikin dajin ana kiransa Silvertail. Ya fara tona ƙasa, amma bai iya tunawa ba. Sai ya sake tona, ya sami wasu kwayoyi da ba nasa ba; sai aka yi faɗa. Sauran sukurilai kuma suka fara tona,—duk dajin ya rikice!

Abin baƙin ciki, a daidai wannan lokaci wani garken ƙananan tsuntsaye ya wuce yana tashi, daga daji zuwa daji, yana neman tsutsotsi kore da gizo-gizo. Akwai ire-iren ƙananan tsuntsaye da yawa, suna rera waƙoƙi daban-daban.
Na farko ya raira—
“Wa ya tono ƙwayoyina? Wa-ya-tono ƙwayoyina?“
Sai wani kuma ya raira—
“Ɗan gutsuren burodi kuma-babu-cuku! Ɗan gutsuren burodi kuma-babu-cuku!“

Kurege suka bi su, suna sauraro. Ƙaramin tsuntsu na farko ya tashi zuwa cikin dajin inda Timmy da Goody Tiptoes suke ɗaure jakunkunansu a hankali, sai ya rera—
"Wa yake ta tona gorayena? Wa yake ta tona gorayena?"
Timmy Tiptoes ya ci gaba da aikinsa ba tare da ya ba da amsa ba; hakika, ƙaramin tsuntsun bai yi tsammanin amsa ba. Waƙarsa ta halitta kawai yake rerawa, kuma ba ta nufin komai kwata-kwata.

Amma da sauran kuregen itace suka ji wannan waƙar, sai suka ruga kan Timmy Tiptoes, suka mare shi suka kuma karce shi, suka zubar da jakarsa ta ƙwayoyi. Ƙaramin tsuntsun nan marar laifi, wanda ya jawo duk wannan fitina, ya tashi ya gudu a firgice!
Timmy ya mirgina sau da sau, sannan ya juya ya ruga zuwa sheƙarsa, taron kuregen itace suna bin sa suna ihu—
“Wa-ya-yi-tonon ƙwayoyina?“

Suka kama shi suka ja shi zuwa saman wannan bishiyar dai, inda ƙaramin rami mai zagaye yake, suka kuma tura shi ciki. Ramin ya yi ƙanƙanta ƙwarai ga jikin Timmy Tiptoes. Suka matse shi da tsanani, abin mamaki ne ba su karya haƙarƙarinsa ba.
“Za mu bar shi a nan har sai ya furta gaskiya,“ in ji Silvertail Squirrel, sai ya yi ihu cikin ramin—<br>“Wa-ya-tono-kwayoyi-na?“

Timmy Tiptoes bai ba da amsa ba; ya yi birgima ya faɗa cikin itacen, a kan rabin peck na kwayoyi nasa. Ya kwanta, ya dimauce ƙwarai, bai motsa ba.

Goody Tiptoes ta ɗauki buhunan kwayoyi ta koma gida. Ta yi wa Timmy kofin shayi; amma bai zo ba, bai kuma zo ba.
Goody Tiptoes ta yi dare cikin kaɗaici da baƙin ciki. Washegari da safe, ta yi ƙarfin hali ta koma wurin ƙananan itatuwan kwayoyi don ta neme shi; amma sauran kuregen itace marasa kirki suka kore ta.
Ta yi ta yawo ko’ina a cikin daji, tana kira—
“Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Kai, ina Timmy Tiptoes yake?”

A halin yanzu Timmy Tiptoes ya dawo cikin hankalinsa. Ya ga kansa an lulluɓe shi a cikin ƙaramin gadon moss, cikin duhu sosai, yana jin ciwo; kamar yana ƙarƙashin ƙasa. Timmy ya yi tari ya kuma yi nishi domin haƙarƙarinsa suna masa ciwo. Sai aka ji wata ƙaramar murya mai fara’a, sannan wani ƙaramin Chipmunk mai ratsi-ratsi ya bayyana da fitilar dare, yana fatan ya ji sauƙi.
Ya yi wa Timmy Tiptoes kirki sosai; ya ba shi aron hular barcinsa, kuma gidan cike yake da abinci.

Chipmunk ɗin ya bayyana cewa goro suka yi ta zubowa kamar ruwan sama ta saman bishiyar—
“Ban da haka, na sami kaɗan da aka binne!“
Ya yi dariya yana kyalkyala lokacin da ya ji labarin Timmy. Yayin da Timmy yake kwance a gado, Chipmunk ɗin ya lallaba shi ya ci da yawa—
“Amma ta yaya zan taɓa fita ta wannan rami sai na rame? Matata za ta damu!“
“Ɗan goro guda ɗaya kuma—ko goro biyu; bari in fasa su maka,“ in ji Chipmunk ɗin. Timmy Tiptoes ya ƙara yin ƙiba, ya ƙara yin ƙiba!

Yanzu Goody Tiptoes ta sake kama aiki ita kaɗai. Ba ta ƙara saka ƙwayoyin goro a cikin ramin tsuntsun ƙwanƙwasa itace ba, domin a koyaushe tana shakka yadda za a iya sake fitar da su. Ta ɓoye su a ƙarƙashin tushen bishiya; suka yi ƙarar kicikici suna gangarawa ƙasa, ƙasa, ƙasa. Wata rana, lokacin da Goody ta zubar da wani babban buhu cike sosai, sai aka ji wani ƙara na ƙii a sarari; kuma a lokaci na gaba da Goody ta kawo wani buhu cike, wani ƙaramin Chipmunk mai ratsin layi-layi ya yi maza ya fito cikin gaggawa.

“Yana cika sosai a ƙasan bene; ɗakin zama ya cika, kuma suna ta birgima a cikin hanyar wucewa; kuma mijina, Chippy Hackee, ya gudu ya bar ni. Menene dalilin wannan zubowar ƙwayoyin goro kamar ruwan sama?“
“Lallai ina neman gafararki; ban san cewa wani yana zaune a nan ba,“ in ji Mrs. Goody Tiptoes; “amma ina Chippy Hackee yake? Mijina, Timmy Tiptoes, shi ma ya gudu.“ “Na san inda Chippy yake; wani ƙaramin tsuntsu ya faɗa min,“ in ji Mrs. Chippy Hackee.

Ta nuna musu hanya zuwa bishiyar tsuntsun buga-bishiya, suka saurara a bakin ramin.
A ƙasa can an ji hayaniyar fasa goro, kuma muryar kuregen bishiya mai ƙiba da muryar kuregen bishiya siririya suna raira waƙa tare—
“Ni da ƙaramin tsohona mun sami saɓani,
Yaya za mu daidaita wannan lamari?
Ku daidaita shi yadda kuka iya,
Sai ku tafi, kai ƙaramin tsoho!“

“Za ki iya matsewa ki shiga, ta wannan ƙaramin rami zagaye,” in ji Goody Tiptoes. “I, zan iya,” in ji Chipmunk ɗin, “amma mijina, Chippy Hackee, yana cizo!”
A ƙasa can, an ji ƙarar fasa ƙwayoyi da tauna; sai muryar kuregen itace mai ƙiba da muryar kuregen itace siririya suka rera—
“For the diddlum day
Day diddle dum di!
Day diddle diddle dum day!”

Sai Goody ta leka cikin ramin, ta kira zuwa ƙasa—
“Timmy Tiptoes! Kai, abin kunya, Timmy Tiptoes!“
Kuma Timmy ya amsa,
“Ke ce, Goody Tiptoes? To, tabbas!“
Ya hau sama ya sumbaci Goody ta cikin ramin; amma ya yi ƙiba sosai har ba zai iya fitowa ba.
Chippy Hackee bai yi ƙiba sosai ba, amma bai so ya fito ba; ya zauna a ƙasa yana dariya a hankali.

Haka abin ya ci gaba har tsawon makonni biyu, sai wata babbar iska ta hura ta cire saman itacen, ta buɗe ramin, ta bar ruwan sama ya shiga.
Sai Timmy Tiptoes ya fito, ya koma gida da laima.

Amma Chippy Hackee ya ci gaba da yin zango a waje har wani mako guda, ko da yake ba shi da daɗi.

A ƙarshe, wani babban beya ya zo yana tafiya ta cikin daji. Wataƙila shi ma yana neman kwayoyi; ya yi kamar yana sansana a ko'ina.

Chippy Hackee ya koma gida da sauri!

Kuma lokacin da Chippy Hackee ya isa gida, ya gano cewa ya kamu da mura a kansa; kuma ya ƙara jin rashin daɗi sosai.

Kuma yanzu Timmy da Goody Tiptoes suna kulle rumbun kwayoyinsu da ƙaramin makullin rataye.

Kuma duk lokacin da ƙaramin tsuntsun nan ya ga Chipmunks ɗin, sai ya rera—
“Wa-ya-tona-kwayoyina?
Wa ya tona kwayoyina?“
Amma babu wanda ya taɓa ba da amsa!