"All the stories will be yours if you bring me hornets in a gourd," Tiger told Anansi.
Anansi knew just what to do.
He cut a hole in a gourd.
He filled a bowl with water.
Then he found a swarm of hornets and threw water on them.
Holding the bowl over his head like an umbrella, Anansi shouted, "It's raining! Only fools stay out in the rain. Come hide inside this nice dry gourd."
Once the hornets were in the gourd, Anansi plugged the hole and took the gourd to Tiger.
"Now all the stories are mine!" Anansi shouted.
Inspired by: Anansi Folktales in the Diaspora by Victorine Grannum-Solomon
Notes: This story appears on p. 1 of the book: All Stories are Anansi's. I combined that version with the version in Sherlock's West Indian Folk-Tales, "Anansi Asks a Favour," where Tiger replaces the Sky-God.
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