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How the Squirrel repaid a Kindness
There was once a man named Tunga who had a house, a wife, and a nice little baby. Tunga used to catch partridges, guinea-fowls, palm-rats and squirrels in his traps, and sometime he would trap three and four of these at once. One day he caught as many as fifteen partridges, and when he took them home his wife said: “We will save some of these for another day, so that our child may not be hungry should you not catch any.” But Tunga said: “No, we will eat them all now, for I am sure to catch plenty of meat every day.”
Some time after Tunga went to look at his traps, and found only one Squirrel in them, and this Squirrel had some bells round its neck, and just as Tunga was going to kill it, the Squirrel said: “Oh, please don’t kill me, and I will help you another day.”
Tunga laughed and said: “How can a little thing like you help me?”
But the Squirrel pleaded for his life and promised to help the man whenever he was in trouble, so at last Tunga let the Squirrel go. He then plucked some leaves and went home to his wife and told her what he had done. She was very angry, and quarrelled so much about there being no food for the baby to eat, that she picked up the child and went off to her own family, which lived in a distant town.
The man waited some days until he thought his wife’s anger had passed away, and then he took a large calabash of palm-wine and started for his wife’s town. On arriving at the cross roads Tunga met an Imp that had neither arms, legs, nor body, but was all head, like a ball. The Imp said: “Let me carry your calabash for you. You are a great man and should not carry it yourself.”
“How can you carry it, when you are all head and no body?” asked Tunga.
“Oh, you will see,” said the Imp, as he took the calabash, balanced it on his head, and went bounding off along the road in front of Tunga.
After travelling a long way Tunga became very tired, so they sat down under a tree to rest, and while they were sitting there a Leopard came up, and noticing the palm-wine, asked for a drink, and the man was too much afraid to refuse it. When Tunga was going to pour out some of the palm-wine into a glass, the Leopard said: “I drink out of my own mug, not yours,” and he brought out of his bag the skull of a man, and said: “Here is a mug. I have already eaten nine men and you will be the tenth.”