tale 12 son of the water
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Son of the water
It was morning and the monkey was woken up by the
singing birds in the neighbourhood. He thought a cold bath would bring him
totally to his senses. Under the tree where he slept there used to be a small
river and every morning he jumped straight into it. With half closed eyes he
went forward on the biggest branch and then jumped. But he was very surprised
when he found himself not swimming in fresh water but sitting in deep mud. He
opened his eyes and looked around. Nearly all the water had disappeared, only
two or three fish had saved themselves in some smaller pools.
The sleepy mouse came out of her hole with a
towel over one arm, put her hands down where she thought the river to be and
with a quick movement poured the content of her hands over her head. She had
a very puzzled expression in her face when mud ran down her face.
The monkey in the mud having followed the scene
gave a big laughter. So, the mouse being angry took some mud in her hand and
threw it at the monkey. A small mud battle began and the birds in the trees
watched with their beaks forming an ever bigger grin.
As the morning went on, many other animals came
to the river to drink, bath and wash, and at the beginning they all laughed
at the monkey and mouse covered with mud, but after a while they began to
think what might had happened to the river and its water.
Then the beaver arrived, “I can solve the
problem,” he said. Everybody looked at him with surprise. “Wait till tomorrow
and you will have water in the river again!”
The next morning the animals gathered at the
river shore and in front of their eyes, the water level grew. Everybody
jumped into the water, drank and washed. Then the beaver appeared and the
animals thanked him for his goodness. “I’m the son of the water,” he told them,
“and I can make the water appear and disappear. You must build me a temple
and praise me there.”
The animals built him a temple and everyday
brought fish and fruit for their son of the water. Only the monkey did not
participate, instead he went up the river to see what had really happened. A
bit up the river at the foot of the mountain chain, the beaver had built a
dam. The monkey thought it a good idea because that way the quantity of water
running down the riverbed could be controlled. In times of flood, some water
could be held back and in times of drought, water could be released. The
monkey agreed that the beaver should be paid for his effort in form of fish
and fruit, but he disagreed with the beaver being praised as a god. He didn’t
tell the other animals anything about his discover because they wouldn’t have
understood it anyway, as they wanted to believe in something supernatural.
Then one day when the beaver was at work, a tiger
appeared behind him and wanted to attack him. Accidentally, the monkey being
around saw it and quickly threw a liana around the tiger’s neck. Of course,
the tiger could free himself of the liana but the beaver had had enough time
to reach the river and bring himself out of danger.
Then the monkey went up to the beaver, “Will you
now build me a temple and praise me there?” The beaver felt very ashamed but
before he could say anything, the monkey had turned around and walked away.
From that time on, the beaver served the valley and always paid attention
that the river had the right quantity of water.
The monkey did neither expect the beaver building
him a temple to praise him there, nor told the other animals about the truth.
He knew the beaver needed recognition and the animals needed to believe in a
higher power, he only hoped that one day all of them would grow up to realise
that they all needed each other’s help and solidarity.
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Freitag, 13. März 2020
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