Ada and the Big Ear <oa>
Practice Words
Words featuring the 'oa' vowel team, producing the long /ΙΚ/ or /oΚ/ sound.
A bad hag lives on the red sand. Her name is Dhegdheer. Her one big ear can hear a goat groan far off.
A girl named Ada lives by the plains with her mother. One night her mother is not home. Ada finds her mother's jug by the road. By it sits one big print.
Ada runs to old Nuur. 'Dhegdheer has her mother,' Nuur says. He gives Ada a seed pod. It clicks like goat bells. 'Keep it,' he says. 'Sound can be a door. Sound can be a wall.'
Ada ties the pod to her hand. She roams north on the big tracks. The trail leads to a white salt pan. Here each step rings out sharp and clear.
By a dry ravine, Ada finds the hag's cave. A thorn pen sits by it. Sad folk are stuck in the pen, and her mother is at the back. Dhegdheer sleeps, her big ear draped like a cloak.
Ada creeps down to the pen. She tugs the thorn twigs free, but the dry wood cracks. The big ear snaps up. 'Who is there?' Dhegdheer roars, and the ravine shakes.
Ada runs. Dhegdheer is right on her heels, that big ear locked on each step. Ada can not hide. Not on soft sand, not on the road, not on the flat plain.
Then Ada's feet hit the salt pan. crack, crack, crack. A plan sparks in her mind. She flings the pod far off. It clicks like bells. The sound coaxes the big ear off the wrong way, off from Ada and the cave.
Ada sprints back to the pen. She takes her mother's hand. 'Move! Stay still and move!' she calls. The folk stream out to the dark. Her goal is the soft sand, where feet make no sound.
A big howl splits the night. Dhegdheer finds the pod. Still. No sound. A trick. Now her ear hears feet on soft sand. She wheels back fast. An old man trips and falls with a groan. Dhegdheer is close, too close.
Ada runs back. She hauls the old man to the salt pan, where all sound rings out sharp. She stamps and slides and drags her feet. A storm of sound fills the flat. Dhegdheer's ear spins left, right, left. Too much sound! The hag moans and runs north, and is seen no more.
By dawn, all the folk are home. Ada's mother makes tea. Old Nuur comes to sit. He smiles at Ada's bare hand. 'Ada used the door,' he says. 'Then Ada used the wall.' Now the plains folk boast of Ada, out loud, so all can hear.