I en lille landsby i Danmark boede en mand ved navn Lars.

In a small village in Denmark lived a man named Lars.

Han var kendt for sin stædighed.

He was known for his stubbornness.

Men Lars havde et problem.

But Lars had a problem.

Han kunne ikke udtale ordet "rødgrød med fløde" korrekt.

He could not pronounce the word "rødgrød med fløde" correctly.

Lars havde prøvet alt.

Lars had tried everything.

Han sagde det stille.

He said it quietly.

Han sagde det højt.

He said it loudly.

Han sagde det hurtigt.

He said it quickly.

Han sagde det langsomt.

He said it slowly.

Intet virkede.

Nothing worked.

Hans tunge kunne ikke forme ordene korrekt.

His tongue could not form the words correctly.

Dette gjorde Lars trist.

This made Lars sad.

Hver morgen sad Lars ved sit træbord i sit lille hus og prøvede.

Every morning Lars sat at his wooden table in his small house and tried.

”Rødgrød med fløde," sagde han igen og igen.

"Rødgrød med fløde," he said again and again.

Men hver gang lød det forkert.

But every time it sounded wrong.

De andre i landsbyen grinede af Lars.

The others in the village laughed at Lars.

De syntes det var morsomt.

They found it funny.

Men ikke Lars.

But not Lars.

For Lars ville bare gerne lære det.

For Lars just wanted to learn it.

En dag mødte Lars en gammel dame.

One day, Lars met an old lady.

Hun hed Karen.

Her name was Karen.

Karen var kendt som landsbyens klogeste.

Karen was known as the wisest person in the village.

"Jeg kan lære dig det," sagde hun.

"I can teach you," she said.

Det gav Lars håb.

This gave Lars hope.

Så hver dag gik Lars til Karen.

So every day Lars went to Karen.

Karen lærte Lars.

Karen taught Lars.

De øvede sammen.

They practiced together.

De øvede om morgenen.

They practiced in the morning.

De øvede om eftermiddagen.

They practiced in the afternoon.

De øvede om aftenen.

They practiced in the evening.

De øvede indtil Lars' tunge blev træt.

They practiced until Lars' tongue was tired.

Karen var tålmodig.

Karen was patient.

Hun rådede Lars til at tage det roligt.

She advised Lars to take it slowly.

"Sig det langsomt," sagde hun.

"Say it slowly," she said.

”Røød-grøød med fløøde.

"Røød-grøød med fløøde."

" Lars prøvede.

Lars tried.

Han prøvede igen.

He tried again.

Og igen.

And again.

Det begyndte at lyde bedre.

It started to sound better.

Flere dage gik.

More days passed.

Lars blev bedre.

Lars improved.

Han blev bedre og bedre.

He got better and better.

Endelig kom dagen, hvor Lars sagde det.

Finally, the day came when Lars said it.

Han sagde det korrekt!

He said it correctly!

”Rødgrød med fløde!

"Rødgrød med fløde!"

" Lars var glad.

Lars was happy.

Børnene i landsbyen grinede ikke længere.

The children in the village no longer laughed.

I stedet klappede de.

Instead, they clapped.

Lars smilte.

Lars smiled.

Han var glad.

He was happy.

Han var lettet.

He was relieved.

Han havde lært det.

He had learned it.

Hans hårde arbejde havde betalt sig.

His hard work had paid off.

Og så hver morgen, satte Lars sig ved sit træbord i sit lille hus og sagde: ”Rødgrød med fløde.

And so every morning, Lars sat at his wooden table in his small house and said, "Rødgrød med fløde."

" Det lød rigtigt.

It sounded right.

Det lød godt.

It sounded good.

For nu kunne Lars endelig sige det.

Because now Lars could finally say it.

Han kunne sige "rødgrød med fløde" korrekt.

He could say "rødgrød med fløde" correctly.

Og det var denne historie om Lars, den stædige mand fra den lille landsby i Danmark, der lærte at udtale "rødgrød med fløde" korrekt.

And that was the story of Lars, the stubborn man from the small village in Denmark, who learned to pronounce "rødgrød med fløde" correctly.

Og alle i landsbyen vidste, at hvis Lars kunne lære det, så kunne de også lære alt, hvis de arbejdede hårdt nok.

And everyone in the village knew that if Lars could learn it, then they could also learn anything, if they worked hard enough.

Det blev en lærestreg for dem alle.

It became a lesson for them all.

Den gladeste var dog Lars, for han havde vendt sin svaghed til styrke.

But the happiest was Lars, because he had turned his weakness into strength.