Zomo Da Bushiya

Safiya ce kyakkyawa a ƙarshen lokacin rani. Rana tana haskawa, hatsi yana kaɗawa a cikin iska mai laushi, kuma wani tsuntsun lark yana rera waƙa a cikin sararin sama shuɗi mai tsabta.
Komai ya yi kama da mai faranta rai, har ma da bushiya, wanda ya tsaya a ƙofar gidansa yana raɗa waƙar bushiya yayin da matarsa take shirya wa yara kaya a ciki. Bayan ɗan lokaci, ya yanke shawarar yin yawo zuwa Babban Filin Ciyawa Mai Gangara, inda ciyawa take girma sosai kuma tuddai suke da gangara mai tsawo.

Bai yi nisa ba sai ya haɗu da wani zomo, wanda aka san shi sosai a filin ciyawa saboda saurinsa da saurin fushinsa.
“Ina kwana,” in ji bushiya cikin ladabi.
Zomon da ƙyar ya kalle shi. “Me kake yi a gona haka da sassafe?” ya tambaya.
“Ina yawo ne don jin daɗi,” bushiya ya amsa.
Zomon ya yi dariya.
“Don jin daɗi? Ai ina tsammani abin da karkatattun ƙafafunka za su iya yi kenan kawai—su kai ka daga wuri ɗaya zuwa wani.”

Kalmomin sun soki zuciyar bushiyar, domin ba ya son a yi masa hukunci da ƙafafunsa fiye da komai.
“Da gaske kana ganin ƙafafunka sun fi nawa kyau?” ya tambaya.
“Tabbas haka ne,” in ji zomo da alfahari.
“To, bari mu gani,” in ji bushiyar. “Idan muka yi tsere daga saman wannan tudu mai gangara zuwa Itacen Willow da ke ƙasa, na yi imani zan yi nasara.”
“Tsere?” zomo ya yi dariya. “To, madalla. Idan ka yi nasara, zan ba ka sabon tsabar zinariya mai haske.”
“Mun yarda,” in ji bushiyar. “Zan dawo bayan karin kumallo.”

A gida, bushiya ya gaya wa matarsa game da tseren.
“Ka tabbata?” Misis Hedgehog ta tambaya. “Kurege shi ne halitta mafi sauri a filin ciyawa.”
“Yana da sauri,” inji bushiya cikin nutsuwa, “amma gudu kawai yake tunani. Bai yi la’akari da tudun ba. Ciyawar tana da tsawo kuma tana santsi saboda raɓa, kuma gangaren yana fifita wata hanya ta dabam. Ki zo ki kalla daga layin ƙarshe.”

Bushiyar ta koma kan tudun, inda zomo yake jira, yana miƙa dogayen ƙafafunsa.
“Ka shirya ka yi rashin nasara, ƙaramin mai tafiya?” in ji zomo da dariya.
“Na shirya,” bushiyar ta amsa.
Suka ɗauki wurarensu a saman tudun. Zomo ya ƙirga, “Ɗaya, biyu, uku, tafi!” sai ya ruga gaba cikin doguwar ciyawa.

Ba da daɗewa ba zomo ya gano cewa gudun ya fi yadda ya zata wahala. Dogayen ganyayen clover sun kama idon sawunsa, kuma dole ne ya ɗaga ƙafafunsa sama a kowane taku.
Bushiya ba ta yi ƙoƙarin gudu ko kaɗan ba. Ta shigar da haɓarta, ta matso da ƙafafunta kusa, ta kuma naɗe kanta ta zama ƙwallo mai matsewa, mai ƙaya.
Tudun yana da gangara, ciyawar kuma tana zamewa, kuma ba da daɗewa ba ta fara birgima a hankali zuwa ƙasan tudu.

Zomon ya waiwaya, yana tsammanin zai ga bushiyar can nesa a baya. Maimakon haka, sai ya ga wata siffa mai zagaye ruwan kasa tana wuce shi da sauri, tana tsalle-tsalle kuma tana juyawa da sauri a kowane juyi.
“Wannan ba zai iya zama daidai ba,” in ji zomon da kuka, yana gudu da iyakar ƙarfinsa.
Amma yadda yake ƙara matsawa kansa, haka yake ƙara gajiya. Bushiyar kuwa ba ta gaji ko kaɗan ba. Tudun ya ɗauke ta da sauri, kuma tana ƙara gudu da kowane yadi.

Da wani lallausan bugu, bushiyar ta sauka a ƙasa madaidaiciya a gindin tudun. Ta sake buɗe jikinta, ta share ƙura daga gashinta, a daidai lokacin da kuregen ya iso, yana numfashi da ƙarfi, idanunsa a buɗe sosai saboda mamaki.
“Ga ni nan,” in ji bushiyar, tana tsaye kusa da Bishiyar Willow.
Kuregen ya zura ido cikin rashin yarda. Ya yi gudu da duk ƙarfinsa, amma wanda ya yi wa ba’a ya riga shi zuwa.

Zomo ya zauna a kan ciyawa, a gajiye kuma yana tunani, ya kuma yarda cewa ya sha kashi.
“Ƙafafunka suna da kyau don gudu,” in ji bushiya cikin alheri, “amma kowace hanya tana fifita wata hanyar motsi dabam, kuma ba kyau a yi wa wani matafiyi dariya.”
Zomo ya miƙa tsabar zinariya tare da gyada kai cikin girmamawa. Bushiya ta kira matarsa, suka tafi gida tare cikin farin ciki, yayin da zomo ya tsaya a baya, yana tunani shiru game da tudun.