Anansi the Spider and the Tiger
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Long
ago, Tiger ruled the countryside, as he was the strongest of all the
animals. Everybody did what Tiger said. Everything was called whatever Tiger
had named it. Moths, lilies and even stories were named after Tiger. Anansi
the spider was the weakest creature in the countryside. He had to tiptoe
around on his eight hairy legs, walking very quietly around Tiger. But
Anansi did not think that Tiger should have everything. One
night, when the storyteller was reading one of the "Tiger
stories", Anansi thought of what he wanted from Tiger. He wanted all
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named
after him instead - "the Spider stories". When the storyteller had
finished, Anansi crept closer and closer to Tiger. "Tiger, oh
Tiger," began Anansi in his whispering voice. "I want something of
yours. I want the stories to be named after me - the Spider stories".
All the other animals started to laugh. The green parrot squawked, the owl
hooted, the bullfrog croaked, and the monkeys screeched. Then was a sudden,
silent moment as they waited for Tiger's reply. "Very
well, have your wish", said Tiger. All the animals were shocked and
surprised - how could Tiger give in to feeble Anansi so easily? But Tiger
hadn't finished ... "But first, you must do me two favors" said
Tiger, gruffly. "I have always wanted my own hive of bees for
honey", said Tiger, hungrily. "You must bring me a big pot filled
with live, buzzing bees. That is the first favor". When the other
animals heard this, they began to twitter and laugh again. How could weak
little Anansi catch a pot of live, buzzing bees? Just one or two stings
would kill him! "And for the second favor", roared Tiger,
"you must bring me Mr. Snake alive. Mr. Snake lives by the river near a
grove of bamboo trees. I have often wanted to sit and talk with Mr. Snake as
I hear he knows many things. But he never comes close to me". Tiger
then jumped up and disappeared quietly into the night. The other animals
began to twitter and laugh all over again. The green parrot squawked, the
owl hooted, the bullfrog croaked and the monkeys screeched. How could little
weak Anansi capture Mr. Snake, long, long Mr. Snake, and bring him back
alive? Anansi did not hear them. He went to his house that night thinking of
a way he could get the pot of bees for Tiger. The next morning, Anansi woke
up very early to find a large, empty pot. When he did, he crawled through
the woods, talking and whispering to himself. Iguana asked him why he was
carrying an empty pot. Centipede asked him why he was whispering to himself.
And when Queen Bee flew by, she was curious too. Queen Bee buzzed, "Why
are you carrying an empty pot, Anansi? And why are you talking to
yourself?" Anansi replied, "Queen Bee, I made a bet with Tiger,
but I am going to lose the bet. Tiger bet that I could not tell him how many
bees this empty pot can hold. Queen Bee, what can I tell him?"
"There is only one way", said Queen Bee. "You have to count
us while we fly inside. Then when the pot is full we will fly out. That way,
you will win the bet with Tiger". "That will do it, yes, it
will!" exclaimed Anansi. He held up the opening of the pot to the
sunlight so that the bees could see their way inside. Then Queen Bee gave
the word and all the bees in her hive, filled with honey, flew into the pot. While
they flew in, Anansi counted each one. One,
two, three buzzing bees, Oh! One,
two, three buzzing bees, Oh! Come
to me, fly to me, all you bees. Come
to me, fly to me, all you bees. One,
two, three hundred buzzing bees, One,
two, three hundred ... spider stories! When
the last bee flew in, Anansi sealed up the opening and hurried off to Tiger.
There he found Tiger at the clearing, yawning. "Look, Tiger!"
cried Anansi in his high-pitched voice. "Here is your pot of living
bees filled with honey. Do you hear them buzzing? You have your own hive of
honey bees, Tiger!" Tiger stared, without believing what he saw and
heard. "Is this enough, Tiger? Or do you still want Mr. Snake?"
asked Anansi proudly. "What! Of course I want Mr. Snake. Bring me Mr.
Snake tomorrow" growled Tiger. Before
dawn the next morning, Anansi went down to the river where Mr. Snake lived.
He took his sword with him and soon passed Mr. Snake's hole. He woke up Mr.
Snake, who hissed at him. "What are you doing here so early, Anansi? I
might as well eat you for waking me up," said Mr. Snake. "And why
are you carrying a sword?" "Oh, Mr. Snake, I am sorry, very sorry.
I came to win a bet with Tiger. I told Tiger that you are the longest animal
in the world, longer than the tallest bamboo tree. He says that you are
shorter than the tallest bamboo tree". "Of course I am longer than
that bamboo tree - can't you see?" hissed Mr. Snake, loudly. "Now
that the sun is up, you look very, very long. But the bamboo tree looks just
a little bit longer. I cannot be sure - I have lost my bet", replied
Anansi. "What are you saying, you stupid spider! I am much, much longer
than that tree. Cut it down with your sword. Put the tree next to me and I
will prove it to you. You have won your bet". Anansi quickly scampered
over to the clump of bamboo trees. He cut down the tallest and trimmed its
branches off. He placed the tree on the ground next to the snake. Then he
tied Mr. Snake's tail to the end of the tree. But the tree was longer.
"Stretch, Mr. Snake!" called out Anansi. "I want to win my
bet!" The
animals were all awake now and heard Anansi call out to Mr. Snake. They came
to see what was going on. The white herons flew in and joined in by
shouting, "Stretch, Snake, Stretch!" Mr. Snake began stretching
his long body longer and longer. But the tree was still longer. Anansi
suggested, "I will tie you at the middle and you can stretch even
more". Turtle
came along the riverbank, and the bullfrog came hopping too. The herons, the
turtle and the bullfrog were all shouting to Mr. Snake. "Stretch,
Snake, Stretch!" "Stretch,
Snake, Stretch!" "Stretch,
Snake, Stretch!" But
at that moment, Anansi tied Mr. Snake's head to the bamboo tree. All the
animals fell silent. Now Mr. Snake was trapped and ready to be carried to
Tiger. From
then on, all stories have been called, "Spider Stories". |
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