Eventually, the rat got tired of running. Panting, he sat down and began wiping his face with a moist cloth.
'So, you got something for me yet, lady?' The poor rodent squeaked at me.
Looking up from the Book of Idioms, I replied quietly, 'Rug rat, rat race...rats abandoning a sinking ship....nah..nothing, sorry'.
'Your fault. Why is it that 'rats running in a stomach' sounds perfectly fine in the vernaculars but so odd in English?'
'Why indeed?' I thought to myself.
'And you...you agreed to write it in English..why couldn't you put up the status in some vernacular language, where it is perfectly fine to have innocent rats run up and down the length of your stomach?'
'Umm... My readers are from an extensive language base...' I said importantly.
'Why should us rats suffer for the limitations of English'? He squealed.
'You are right....' I was hungry and Mr. Rat was tired of running in my stomach. We shared nibbles of my last cream biscuits and quietly wondered on the dilemma of transcreating idioms in a foreign language.
'So, you got something for me yet, lady?' The poor rodent squeaked at me.
Looking up from the Book of Idioms, I replied quietly, 'Rug rat, rat race...rats abandoning a sinking ship....nah..nothing, sorry'.
'Your fault. Why is it that 'rats running in a stomach' sounds perfectly fine in the vernaculars but so odd in English?'
'Why indeed?' I thought to myself.
'And you...you agreed to write it in English..why couldn't you put up the status in some vernacular language, where it is perfectly fine to have innocent rats run up and down the length of your stomach?'
'Umm... My readers are from an extensive language base...' I said importantly.
'Why should us rats suffer for the limitations of English'? He squealed.
'You are right....' I was hungry and Mr. Rat was tired of running in my stomach. We shared nibbles of my last cream biscuits and quietly wondered on the dilemma of transcreating idioms in a foreign language.
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