The
rainy season that year had been the strongest ever and the river had
broken its banks. There were floods everywhere and the animals were
all running up into the hills. The floods came so fast that many
drowned except the lucky monkeys who used their proverbial agility to
climb up into the treetops. They looked down on the surface of the
water where the fish were swimming and gracefully jumping out of the
water as if they were the only ones enjoying the devastating flood.
One
of the monkeys saw the fish and shouted to his companion: "Look
down, my friend, look at those poor creatures. They are going to
drown. Do you see how they struggle in the water?" "Yes,"
said the other monkey. "What a pity! Probably they were late in
escaping to the hills because they seem to have no legs. How can we
save them?" "I think we must do something. Let's go close
to the edge of the flood where the water is not deep enough to cover
us, and we can help them to get out."
So
the monkeys did just that. They started catching the fish, but not
without difficulty. One by one, they brought them out of the water
and put them carefully on the dry land. After a short time there was
a pile of fish lying on the grass motionless. One of the monkeys
said, "Do you see? They were tired, but now they are just
sleeping and resting. Had it not been for us, my friend, all these
poor people without legs would have drowned."
The
other monkey said: "They were trying to escape from us because
they could not understand our good intentions. But when they wake up
they will be very grateful because we have brought them salvation."
(Traditional Tanzanian Folktale). So funny...
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