Tiger and Anansi went to the river.
"Wash your guts!" Anansi told Tiger.
Tiger took out his guts and washed them.
"Now your head!"
When Tiger put his head in the water, Anansi stole Tiger's guts.
"Make this into stew!" Anansi told his wife.
Then Anansi prepared his children for Tiger's funeral. "Everybody shout: Poor Tiger's dead!"
One child cried, "We ate Tiger!"
"No!" said Anansi. "You can't go to the funeral."
But that child went to the funeral anyway. When Anansi saw the child coming, he ran and hid on the rooftop.
Spiders stay on the roof even now.
Inspired by: Jamaica Anansi Stories by Martha Warren Beckwith
Notes: This is story 10a in the book. Beckwith heard this story from Simeon Falconer; additional information in Beckwith's notes. The story also appears in Jekyll: 1. Annancy and Brother Tiger.