Bunnicula - Deborah and James Howe
Verfasst: 6. August 2007, 21:08User gelöscht
Auf diese englische Buchserie bin ich durch Zufall gestoßen und mag sie euch nicht vorenthalten. Es dreht sich alles um den Haushalt der Monroes, der hauptsächlich von den Haustieren beherrscht wird. "Geschrieben" ist das Buch von Harold, dem Hund der Familie. Chester, der Kater des Hauses ist ein Vielleser. Der erste Band handelt von dem neuen Familienmitglied Bunnicula - ein Kaninchen, das die Menschenfamilie im Kino gefunden hat. Den Namen bekommt es, weil sich die Monroes Dracula angesehen haben und der weiße Fleck auf seinem Rücken an einen schwarzen Mantel erinnert. Und vielleicht haben auch die roten Augen eine Rolle gespielt. Wie es der Zufall so will gelangt Chester an ein Buch über Vampire und das Unglück nimmt seinen Lauf ...
Um den Charme des Buches besser einzufangen, hier eine Textstelle, die einsetzt, nachdem Harold von Chester den Auftrag erhaltn hat, Bunnicula aus seinem Käfig zu holen, was ihm auch schon fast gelungen ist ...
At that moment, Chester appeared at the door, carrying in his mouth what looked every bit like a nice, big, juicy raw steak. My eyes popped, my teeth dropped Bunnicula, my mouth opened, and I began to drool. After all, I had missed lunch.
“Chester, what are you doing with that steak?”
“Haven’t you gotten him out of there yet?”
“I can’t get either of us out of here. My head’s stuck.”
“Oh, Harold, sometimes I despair. Here, I’ll get you both out. I should have done everything myself.”
He came over, dropped the steak just a few feet away from me, and climbed up on my shoulders.
“You pull your head out while I push against the cage.”
“Who gets the steak?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about the steak, Harold. Just pull.”
“I would have more motivation if I knew who is to get the steak.”
Chester ignored me. I pulled. He pushed. I felt something go POP! We fell in a jumble: Chester, the cage, Bunnicula and me. When I looked around, Bunnicula was lying next to me, still sound asleep.
“There your are,” I said. “We got him out. Now, let’s eat.”
“No dice,” Chester said. “Just read this to me so I’ll be sure I’m doing it right.” And he handed me a book. That book, again.
“Start at the top of the page,” Chester said, as he picked up the steak.
“Why don’t you read, and I’ll hold the steak?”
“Mmphph,” Chester replied. I took it to mean that I was to start reading.
“To destroy the vampire and end his reign of terror, it is necessary to pound a sharp stake ...”
Chester interrupted. “A sharp steak?” he asked. “What does that mean?”
“I’ll taste it and tell you if it’s sharp,” I offered.
“Oh, never mind. This will do. It’s sirloin. Keep reading.”
“... to pound a sharp stake into the vampire’s heart. This must be done during the daylight hours, when the vampire has no powers.”
“Okay,” he said, “this is it. I’m sorry I had to go this far, but if they’d listened, this wouldn’t have been necessary.”
He dragged the steak across the floor and laid it across the inert bunny. Then with his paws, he began to hit the steak.
“Are you sure this is what they mean, Chester?”
“Am I anywhere near his heart?” he asked.
“It’s hard to tell,” I said. “All I can really see are his nose and his ears. You know, he’s really sort of cute.”
Chester was getting that glint in his eyes again. He was pounding away at the stead, harder and harder.
“Be careful,” I cried, “you’ll hurt him.”
Und zur Information ... Harold bekommt das Steak schlussendlich dann doch noch
Auf diese englische Buchserie bin ich durch Zufall gestoßen und mag sie euch nicht vorenthalten. Es dreht sich alles um den Haushalt der Monroes, der hauptsächlich von den Haustieren beherrscht wird. "Geschrieben" ist das Buch von Harold, dem Hund der Familie. Chester, der Kater des Hauses ist ein Vielleser. Der erste Band handelt von dem neuen Familienmitglied Bunnicula - ein Kaninchen, das die Menschenfamilie im Kino gefunden hat. Den Namen bekommt es, weil sich die Monroes Dracula angesehen haben und der weiße Fleck auf seinem Rücken an einen schwarzen Mantel erinnert. Und vielleicht haben auch die roten Augen eine Rolle gespielt. Wie es der Zufall so will gelangt Chester an ein Buch über Vampire und das Unglück nimmt seinen Lauf ...
Um den Charme des Buches besser einzufangen, hier eine Textstelle, die einsetzt, nachdem Harold von Chester den Auftrag erhaltn hat, Bunnicula aus seinem Käfig zu holen, was ihm auch schon fast gelungen ist ...
At that moment, Chester appeared at the door, carrying in his mouth what looked every bit like a nice, big, juicy raw steak. My eyes popped, my teeth dropped Bunnicula, my mouth opened, and I began to drool. After all, I had missed lunch.
“Chester, what are you doing with that steak?”
“Haven’t you gotten him out of there yet?”
“I can’t get either of us out of here. My head’s stuck.”
“Oh, Harold, sometimes I despair. Here, I’ll get you both out. I should have done everything myself.”
He came over, dropped the steak just a few feet away from me, and climbed up on my shoulders.
“You pull your head out while I push against the cage.”
“Who gets the steak?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about the steak, Harold. Just pull.”
“I would have more motivation if I knew who is to get the steak.”
Chester ignored me. I pulled. He pushed. I felt something go POP! We fell in a jumble: Chester, the cage, Bunnicula and me. When I looked around, Bunnicula was lying next to me, still sound asleep.
“There your are,” I said. “We got him out. Now, let’s eat.”
“No dice,” Chester said. “Just read this to me so I’ll be sure I’m doing it right.” And he handed me a book. That book, again.
“Start at the top of the page,” Chester said, as he picked up the steak.
“Why don’t you read, and I’ll hold the steak?”
“Mmphph,” Chester replied. I took it to mean that I was to start reading.
“To destroy the vampire and end his reign of terror, it is necessary to pound a sharp stake ...”
Chester interrupted. “A sharp steak?” he asked. “What does that mean?”
“I’ll taste it and tell you if it’s sharp,” I offered.
“Oh, never mind. This will do. It’s sirloin. Keep reading.”
“... to pound a sharp stake into the vampire’s heart. This must be done during the daylight hours, when the vampire has no powers.”
“Okay,” he said, “this is it. I’m sorry I had to go this far, but if they’d listened, this wouldn’t have been necessary.”
He dragged the steak across the floor and laid it across the inert bunny. Then with his paws, he began to hit the steak.
“Are you sure this is what they mean, Chester?”
“Am I anywhere near his heart?” he asked.
“It’s hard to tell,” I said. “All I can really see are his nose and his ears. You know, he’s really sort of cute.”
Chester was getting that glint in his eyes again. He was pounding away at the stead, harder and harder.
“Be careful,” I cried, “you’ll hurt him.”
Und zur Information ... Harold bekommt das Steak schlussendlich dann doch noch