How the Fox Got His Color
“Enkoba ze kibe”
“Well, young lady,” my grandmother said with a very serious look on her face as she pulled the bread out of the oven, “Did you know the fox wasn’t always red?”
Wewaawo muwala wage” jjajja nayogela nga yena yenyikade,nga bwa jayo emigati mu Kyoto,”wali omanyi nti ekibe tekyali kimyufu”?
I hopped up in a chair and got comfortable as I shook my head no. I knew grandmother was about to tell me another story.
Amngu ago nembukira kuntebe eyali okumpi nange munda munze ngankimanyinti jjaja anatela okugeela, olugero,nga bweyali enkolaye.
“Way back in long ago times, the fox was white. In fact there are still a few white ones,”
Grandmother said as she seated herself beside me.
“Eda enyo,ekibe kyalitekilina bala”. Ela,nelelo wakyaliya ebibe ebitalina nkoba.Jjaja nakigumiza nga mutulide kumanjo”
“But,” she said, “way back then, they were all white.”
“naye eda eno,enyo ebibe byona byali tebilina nkoba”
“Then one day, a little boy fox went out to play. His mother told him to be sure
to keep his pretty white fur nice and clean.”
Lwali lumu ekibe ekito,ela nga bwomanyi ebye kivubuka nekigenda okuzanya ko munimiiro. Nnyina wekibe nakikutila nyo okulaba nti,” togubba ela okomawo nga onyilila”
“Now she knew,” Grandmother said, “that he wouldn’t because we all know little boys are full of mischief.”
Naye nnyina wekibe,munda muye yamanya nti tekijasoboka,nga ebyomuzanyo bwebili.
“So, off the little fox went, across the meadow. He decided he was going to see how many things he could go over, under, and through.
Awo ekibe,kyanguwa okuduka mu nimiiro nga eno bwe kye nyumirizamu wamu nokwebuza nti,”ani gwekigenda okuzanya naye,ela wa jje kinazanyila,kinalaba bimeka?’
"Well, the first thing he saw was a fence. It looked very tempting,” grandmother told me,
“because the space between the wooden rails was pretty small.”
Kyasoka kulaba kikomela,” ekikomela nga kisikiriza”,anti kyalimu emiwatwa ekibe mwekisobola okuyita.