How the Zebra Got his Stripes and a few other Tales

How the Zebra Got his Stripes and a few other Tales 

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Many African tales are told of the animals, which the Bushmen people of the Kalahari Desert know so well.

How the Zebra Got His Stripes: Long ago, when animals were still new on earth, the weather was very hot, and what little water there was remained in pools and pans. One of these was guarded by a boisterous baboon, who claimed that he was the 'lord of the water' and forbade anyone from drinking at his pool.
When a zebra and his son came down to have a drink, the baboon, who was sitting by his fire, jumped up. 'Go away, intruders,' he barked. 'This is my pool and I am the lord of the water.'
'The water is for everyone, not just for you, monkey-face,' shouted back the zebra's son. 
'If you want it, you must fight for it,' returned the baboon in a fine fury, and in a moment the two were locked in combat. Back and forth they went, until with a mighty kick, the zebra sent the baboon flying high up among the rocks of the cliff behind them. The baboon landed with a smack on his seat, and to this day he carries the bare patch where he landed. 
The zebra staggered back through the baboon's fire, which scorched him, leaving stripes across his white fur. The shock sent the zebra galloping away to the plains, where he has stayed ever since. The baboon and his family, however, remain high up among the rocks where they bark defiance at all strangers, and hold up their tails to ease the smarting rock-burn of their bald patched bottoms.
The White Breasted Crow: The white patch or collar around the neck of the African Pied (White breasted) crow is said to have been made by a lump of fat tied on by Bushman wives. The women attached the fat before sending the bird to look for their husbands if they were late returning after a long day's hunting. Whether the fat was to sustain the crow on his long flight, or to restore the husbands upon being found is not quite clear, but it has certainly left the crow with an indelible stain on his shirt front!
 
 
How the snake lost his legs: In the story of how the snake lost his legs, the moon is portrayed as a sympathetic deity who looked into the future, and saw that a terrible drought was impending. She called to Mantis. 'You must take your wives and children and all the birds and animals and move from this area, for soon there will be nothing here but a desert,' she warned him. 
So Mantis told everybody, and all the animals packed up and trekked away to places. All but the snake, which in those days had legs like other animals. He was lazy, and did not believe Mantis. 'No, I will stay here. Your drought will not worry me,' he said. But soon, when no rain fell and the grass shrivelled and all the little fat frogs hopped away, the snake grew thin and hungry and decided to follow the others. 
By then, however, the land had become a desert, and each weary foot the snake put before him sank in the hot sand. At last, in desperation, he cried: 'Oh Moon, I am ashamed of myself. Save me from the sun and I will change my ways.' 
The moon took pity on the creature, and in a moment the snake found that his legs had shrunk away, and on his gleaming skin he could glide easily across the hot sand without sinking into it as before. Whether the snake really did change his ways when he had found his way out of the desert, we are not told, but in view of the general feelings about these reptiles, I think it is doubtful!