The lioness and the hyena
The lioness had given birth to nine cubs. One day, when she returned from hunting, she found only eight left: the hyena had come to take one away from her.
The next day, another lion cub was missing, the day after that, a third was missing. On the fourth day, when she was about to go hunting, the lioness said to her cubs: “I would like to know who came here to kidnap your brothers; so I will hide not far from you. When he shows up, everyone shouts together to warn me. »
She went to lie in wait and did not have to wait long for the hyena to arrive. The lioness came running, as fast as an arrow, to the cries of her cubs. She jumped on the kidnapper and amputated all four of his limbs. Then she left her thus mutilated, promising herself to finish her off on her return.
The hyena dragged itself on its stumps to its burrow where it found its subjects gathered together, for it commanded the bush.
Returning from the hunt, the lioness searched in vain for the hyena to give it the final blow. She went to find a monkey and said to him: “You who are an angry walker, you know the hyena’s lair. You must take me there immediately! »
She went to lie in wait and did not have to wait long for the hyena to arrive. The lioness came running, as fast as an arrow, to the cries of her cubs. She jumped on the kidnapper and amputated all four of his limbs. Then she left her thus mutilated, promising herself to finish her off on her return.
The hyena dragged itself on its stumps to its burrow where it found its subjects gathered together, for it commanded the bush.
Returning from the hunt, the lioness searched in vain for the hyena to give it the final blow. She went to find a monkey and said to him: “You who are an angry walker, you know the hyena’s lair. You must take me there immediately! »
The monkey led the lioness to the hyena. The hare was playing his diouroukele, a one-string guitar. He sang at the same time and the siéménéouâra, the big bush cat, answered his questions by singing too.
“What is this skin?” asked the hare.
— It is, replied the siéménéouâra, the skin of such an animal that our leader devoured!
—And this one?
— The skin of another animal swallowed by our leader. »
When the lioness entered, all the hyena's subjects, terrified, wanted to flee.
“Let no one move! growled the lioness, "or I will strangle everyone." »
“Keep going!” ordered the lioness to the hare who had interrupted her song, continue if you don't want me to eat you! »
The hare then continued, “What is this skin? " No answer! “What is this skin? » No one answered yet.
“Give me your diouroukele,” said the lioness. She began to play and sang the questions herself: “What is this skin? Answer me, hare, you who asked questions earlier! »
And the hare replied: “It is the skin of the zebra which our leader made his prey… It is the skin of the doe which our leader devoured…”
Arriving at the skins of the three lion cubs: “What are these skins? growled the lioness.
— These are, said the hare, mmmm skins.
— What do you call mmmm skins? It does not exist! What are these skins again? Tell me clearly, or I will break your back.
— These are the skins of your little ones! » murmured the hare, shaken with shivers of terror.
At these words, the lioness, at the height of fury, strangled the animals present one after the other and reserved the hyena for dessert.
When the carnage was over, the lioness went out and, meeting the beasts of the bush, ordered them to go, each on their own, to get her food. And they all returned with food: the hare had stolen peanuts for her; the cat brought him stolen chickens; the monkey, tomatoes… Only the goat found nothing.
“What is this skin?” asked the hare.
— It is, replied the siéménéouâra, the skin of such an animal that our leader devoured!
—And this one?
— The skin of another animal swallowed by our leader. »
When the lioness entered, all the hyena's subjects, terrified, wanted to flee.
“Let no one move! growled the lioness, "or I will strangle everyone." »
“Keep going!” ordered the lioness to the hare who had interrupted her song, continue if you don't want me to eat you! »
The hare then continued, “What is this skin? " No answer! “What is this skin? » No one answered yet.
“Give me your diouroukele,” said the lioness. She began to play and sang the questions herself: “What is this skin? Answer me, hare, you who asked questions earlier! »
And the hare replied: “It is the skin of the zebra which our leader made his prey… It is the skin of the doe which our leader devoured…”
Arriving at the skins of the three lion cubs: “What are these skins? growled the lioness.
— These are, said the hare, mmmm skins.
— What do you call mmmm skins? It does not exist! What are these skins again? Tell me clearly, or I will break your back.
— These are the skins of your little ones! » murmured the hare, shaken with shivers of terror.
At these words, the lioness, at the height of fury, strangled the animals present one after the other and reserved the hyena for dessert.
When the carnage was over, the lioness went out and, meeting the beasts of the bush, ordered them to go, each on their own, to get her food. And they all returned with food: the hare had stolen peanuts for her; the cat brought him stolen chickens; the monkey, tomatoes… Only the goat found nothing.
The next morning, when sending the animals in search of food, the lioness, now queen of the bush instead of the hyena, said to the goat: “You will never scratch yourself against the walls again if you Don't bring me anything again today, because I will kill you! »
The goat left crying.
“Goat, why are you crying? » asked an old woman he met. The goat told him the reasons he had for trembling for his life.
“Don’t worry,” said the old woman, “I’m going to give you a wonderful powder with which you will get as much game as the lioness can desire. You will swallow a little of this powder and rub it on your goatee. After that, all you have to do is point it at any animal to kill it immediately. »
The goat left crying.
“Goat, why are you crying? » asked an old woman he met. The goat told him the reasons he had for trembling for his life.
“Don’t worry,” said the old woman, “I’m going to give you a wonderful powder with which you will get as much game as the lioness can desire. You will swallow a little of this powder and rub it on your goatee. After that, all you have to do is point it at any animal to kill it immediately. »
The goat thanked the old woman warmly and left, armed with his charm. Arriving in the forest, he saw a wild boar. He aimed at it with his goatee and the boar fell dead. Then it was the turn of a doe.
He brought the lioness the product of his hunt: “How did you manage to get all this game? she asked him. How could you kill the wild boar? It's an animal that sometimes scares even me!
“It’s because I have a charm,” replied the goat. I point my goatee at someone and they drop dead on the spot!
—Have you ever managed it on my side? asked the lioness, not very reassured.
- Not yet! But I will do it! — Don't do anything about it! cried the lioness. I give you back the freedom to go wherever you please! »
And she ran away, still shouting: “Don't turn towards me! Don't turn towards me! »
The goat returned to the village of men and never again ventured into the bush.
He brought the lioness the product of his hunt: “How did you manage to get all this game? she asked him. How could you kill the wild boar? It's an animal that sometimes scares even me!
“It’s because I have a charm,” replied the goat. I point my goatee at someone and they drop dead on the spot!
—Have you ever managed it on my side? asked the lioness, not very reassured.
- Not yet! But I will do it! — Don't do anything about it! cried the lioness. I give you back the freedom to go wherever you please! »
And she ran away, still shouting: “Don't turn towards me! Don't turn towards me! »
The goat returned to the village of men and never again ventured into the bush.



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