in conversation with one of my good Chinese friends in Chongqing:
[1:15:22 PM] Paul Martin Suckow says: oh, you must not feel well at all my dear
[1:15:18 PM] rose says: no I dont feel well at all tonight
[1:15:22 PM] Paul Martin Suckow says: shall i tell you a story to keep you occupied?
[1:17:12 PM] rose says: yes
[1:17:24 PM] Paul Martin Suckow says: well, then, here is the story of The 3 Gorges Gruff.
[1:17:38 PM] rose says: good
[1:18:23 PM] Paul Martin Suckow says:
ONCE upon a time there were three gorges that were to eat up the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."
Eating their way toward the hill, they came upon a bridge over the cascading Yangtze River they had to pass under; and on that bridge lived a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a billiard cue.
So first of all came the youngest Gorge Gruff to cross under the bridge. His name was Three Gorge Gruff.
"Claw, scratch, snatch, scratch" went the young gorge, on its way below the bridge.
"Who's that ripping out the dirt under my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Gorge Gruff, and I'm going up the hillside beyond to make myself fat," gurgled the gorge, in such tiny voice.
"Mind you now, I'M coming to gobble YOU up," bellowed the troll.
"Oh, no! please don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the growing gorge. "Wait a bit till the second Gorge Gruff comes. He's much bigger and tastier too."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
A little while after came the second Gorge Gruff to pass under the bridge.
"Scratch, glubber, chop, glurb, snatch, glop!" went the next gorge. His name was Two Gorge Gruff.
"Who's that ripping out the trees under my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the second Gorge Gruff, and I'm going up yonder hillside to make myself fat," said the gorge, who hadn't such a small voice.
"So now I'm coming to gobble YOU up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Gorge Gruff comes. He's much bigger and he's so much better for you."
"Very well! Be off with you," relented the troll. And the second gorge began happily to rip up the hill beyond, near the youngest Gorge Gruff.
But just then down the stream rushed big One Gorge Gruff.
"Crash! Claw! Crash! Dash! Crash! Claw! Crash!" went the gorge, for he was already so big that the bridge creaked and groaned above him. Its foundations strained.
"Who's that tramping down everything in its way under my bridge?" wondered the troll.
Well, come along, gestured the fearsome Troll!
And he warned, "I've got two great spears,
And I'll rip your eyeballs out through your ears;
And I've got two great stones,
With which I'll crush you to bits, body and bones."
"Well, here I come," said the biggest Gorge Gruff.
"I've two fast streams beside my main,
I'll rip YOUR eyes out, and yes you'll feel pain;
And I've got MILLIONS of small smooth stones,
With which I'll crush YOU to bits, body and bones."
That was how the big gorge answered the Troll.
And then up he flew straight at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his streams, and with mounds of river rock crushed him to bits, body and bones, tossing his remains into the cascade, and after that big One Gorge Gruff went tearing up the hillside after his brothers.
There the three gorges got so fat they were not able to meander home again. And even if their walls have collapsed from time to time, why, that means they're fatter still; and so,
Today they sit all three filling with water, powering all China because of their large size. There they'll live joyfully with the people forever, The 3 Gorges Gruff.
Dam, snip, snap, snout.
This tale's told out.
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The Three Gorges, modified by Paul Suckow, from the Three Billygoats Gruff by Asbjornsen and Moe
Asbjornsen, Peter Christen and Moe, Jorgen. East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon. George Webbe Dasent, translator. Popular Tales from the Norse. Edinburgh: David Douglass, 1888.