Week 7 - Reading B - West African

I really do enjoy these stories. So simple and different. The one about the king chameleon was funny, the poor guy ended up all alone. I'm also glad they stopped talking about Mr. Spider. The one about how mushrooms were created was also really funny. The debt just kept transferring over and over. I really like how these stories end. If I was to write one, I would hope to imitate the unexpected ending ones.

Some weird looking mushrooms: Link


West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair, with drawings by Cecilia Sinclair (1917).

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