Not sure I'm using this forum correctly by using simply story as title, but...
Was going to attempt to translate something but while I'm waiting for permission, I wrote this myself. No doubt there is tons wrong with it, probably going to get slaughtered, but as a first attempt I'm not too worried about that - learning curve after all. I provided the English version at the end. Lots of things I wanted to say but got eye-ache trying to figure out how to say them. Story was just a bit of fun And apology for the formatting, have no clue.
Vegan
Nere i källaren, genomförde Katys irriterande lillebror ett annat markligt experiment. Den här gången, hade han kopplat en tomatplanta till fars encefalogram. Den tomatplanta löv darrade.
"Hej, apa andetag, vad är det med Tommy Tomato?"
"Jag testar växtkänsla", sa Billy, med ögon komiskt förstorade bakom pappas skyddsglasögon. "Som Triffids."
"Självklart!" sa Katy sarkastiskt. Fast, visste hon bättre än att tvivla honom. Det var åtminstone inte lika äcklig som det experiment han gjort tidigare när han försökte återuppliva en död fluga genom att använda mikrovågsugn, tänkte Katy och grimaserade.
"Jag bevisar att växter kunna kanna smärta. Det här mäter förändringar i plantans elektriska aktivitet som svar till stimuli."
"Låter så intressant!" Hon himlade med ögonen och suckade.
"Kolla här!" Billy tog upp en cigarrettändare och flyttade lågan mot plantan, som orsakade taggiga linjer över encefalogrammet.
"Se, den är rädd." Billy flyttade lågan närmare en lövspets och encefalogrammet blev vilt.
"Sluta!" Katy ryckte bort hans hand.
Billy stängde av cigarettändaren. "Jag sa till dig."
Katy skakade på huvudet och gick tillbaka till trappan. Hon kände sig störd. "I alla fall", sa hon, "jag kom bara för att berätta att pappa sa middagen är klar." (wanted to say, she called back, as in over her shoulder, but didn't know how)
Pappa har dukat bordet när Katy återvände till köket och tog plats. Som vanlig, dumpade pappa en extra portion grönsaker på Katys tallrik och separerade köttet för sig och Billy. (Bit of cheating here, don’t know how to say limp-looking)
Katy stirrade på sina grönsaker. "Hur lagade du dessa?" frågade hon.
"Kokta."
Kokta! tänkte Katy. Levande!
"Katy?" Han låt som om han retade hennes. Han skrattade nästan. "Mår du illa? Du ser plötsligt blek ut."
"Jag är inte hungrig längre", sa Katy och lämnade bordet. Hon sprang upp till rummet.
Billy kom upp från källaren när Katys sovrumsdörr slog igen. Pappa fyllde sitt ansikte med rykande varm köttpaj. (not sure if stuffing his face is the same in Swedish as English)
"Ge mig såsen, Pappa", sa Billy och flinade konspiratoriskt. (not sure polite way to say give me something)
"Bra jobbat, son!" Pappa skrattade. "Vegan Smeegan."
De skrattade båda med munnen full av köttpaj.
English version:
Down in the basement, Katy's annoying little brother was conducting one of his bizarre experiments. This time, he had a Tomato plant wired to Dad's encephalogram. The plant's leaves quivered.
"Hey monkey-breath, what's with Tommy Tomato?"
"I'm testing plant-life sentience," he said, his eyes comically magnified behind Dad's plastic goggles.
"Of course," said Katy sarcastically. Although, she knew better than to doubt him. At least it wasn't as gross as the time he had tried reviving a dead fly using the microwave, she thought, grimacing.
"I'm proving plants can feel pain. This measures changes in the plant's electrical activity in response to stimuli."
"Sounds so interesting." She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Check this." He picked up a lighter and brought the flame close to the plant, making spikes jump across the encephalogram. "See, it's scared." He touched the flame to leaf tip, and the encephalogram went wild.
"Stop!" Katy snatched his hand away.
He turned the lighter off. "I told you."
Shaking her head, Katy returned to the stairs, feeling disturbed. "Anyway," she called back, "I only came to tell you that Dad said dinner is ready."
Dad was dishing up as she returned to the kitchen and took her place. As usual, Dad dumped an extra serving of limp-looking vegetables onto her plate, separating the meat for himself and Billy.
Katy stared at her vegetables. "How did you cook these?" she asked.
"Boiled."
Boiled! thought Katy. Alive!
"Katy?" His voice sounded teasing. He almost laughed. "Are you feeling ill? You look suddenly pale."
"I'm not hungry anymore," said Katy and left the table. She ran up to her room.
Billy came up from the basement as Katy's bedroom door slammed. Dad was stuffing his face with steaming hot meat pie.
"Pass the gravy, Dad," said Billy and grinned conspiratorially.
"Good job, son." Dad laughed. “Vegan Smeegan."
They both laughed with their mouths full of meat pie.
Forgot to mention, obviously I'd like a native Swedish speaker/language expert to have a look and tell me all the things I did wrong. Wincing in advance.