Still on the subject of Anansi. One thing you, dear reader would have to know is that Anansi was totally without regard for the rules of society. Being a sort of deity, in the stories he’s often found operating whatever way he likes.

Sometimes he could be kind. Sometimes not. Sometimes he had a conscience. Most times he just did not care.

In this particular story… He just didn’t care.
Anansi had a wife, a beautiful hardworking woman with a farm at the back of their mud hut. Together they had borne several kids, each as wily a trickster as their father. But I digress.

Anansi’s wife had planted a lot of corn on her farm during the planting season and now the corn was ripe for harvest… Big and juicy and all tempting. Anansi wanted the corn.

Now he didn’t just want a part of it. No no no. He wanted all of it. Every last grain. So he sat on a stool in his little room and hatched himself a plan...

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