Vera, Being Lost and Found

Vera has been feeling kind of lost lately. So she decided to go and try to find herself. She was looking under a big pile of old memories and bad experiences when she suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice speak in a different tongue.

«Hei,» sa Elvis. Han hadde stått en stund og sett på en pingvin som drev og rotet rundt i en dunge med noe han ikke forsto. Han bestemte seg for å melde sin ankomst og introdusere seg. «Hei,» sa han igjen. «Jeg er Elvis.»

Vera didn’t quite understand him. She looked at this little fellow with the big scarf and was rather puzzled by his whole persona. He seemed to be lost too, she thought. Maybe he could make sense out of this pile of knickknacks she’d stumbled upon. Vera decided she’d better introduce herself. «Hello, dear,» she said. «I’m Vera.»

Elvis så på henne. «Vera, ja,» gjentok han og bukket. Han forsto ikke alt hun sa, men skjønte at hun het Vera. «Kan jeg kanskje hjelpe deg med noe?» spurte han høflig.

Vera looked at him. She listened carefully. She could not quite get what he said. She thought he might be asking for help. She nodded, carefully, slowly, and told him that she would help him, but she didn’t know if she actually could help him.

Elvis skjønte såpass – at hun sa «hjelp» i alle fall to ganger. Han var en handlingens pingvin, så han gikk bort til dungen med alt han ikke forsto og begynte å dra frem noe.

Vera thought that maybe this really was his pile; he seemed so familiar with it. She helped him get whatever it was out of the pile. They looked at it together, feeling kind of lost together, trying to decide what to do with whatever this was.