JACKAL AND MONKEY
South African Folk Tale
by James A. Honey
Every evening Jackal went to the
Boer's kraal. He crept through the
sliding door and stole a fat young
lamb. This, clever Jackal did several times in
succession. Boer set a wip for him at the
door. Jackal went again and zip—there he
was caught around the body by the noose. He
swung and swayed high in the air and couldn't
touch ground. The day began to dawn and
Jackal became uneasy.
On a stone kopje, Monkey sat. When it became
light he could see the whole affair, and
descended hastily for the purpose of mocking
Jackal. He went and sat on the wall. "Ha,
ha, good morning. So there you are hanging
now, eventually caught."
"What? I caught? I am simply swinging
for my pleasure; it is enjoyable."
"You fibber. You are caught in the wip."
"If you but realized how nice it was to swing
and sway like this, you wouldn't hesitate.
Come, try it a little. You feel so healthy and
strong for the day, and you never tire afterwards."
"No, I won't. You are caught."
After a while Jackal convinced Monkey. He
sprang from the kraal wall, and freeing Jackal,
adjusted the noose around his own body.
Jackal quickly let go and began to laugh, as
Monkey was now swinging high in the air.
"Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Now Monkey
is in the wip."
"Jackal, free me," he screamed.
"There, Boer is coming," shouted Jackal.
"Jackal, free me of this, or I'll break your
"No, there Boer is coming with his gun; you
rest a while in the noose."
"Jackal, quickly make me free."
"No, here's Boer already, and he's got his
gun. Good morning." And with these parting
words he ran away as fast as he could. Boer
came and saw Monkey in the wip.
"So, so, Monkey, now you are caught. You
are the fellow who has been stealing my lambs,
"No, Boer, no," screamed Monkey, "not I,
"No, I know you; you aren't too good for
"No, Boer, no, not I, but Jackal," Monkey
"Oh, I know you. Just wait a little," and
Boer, raising his gun, aimed and shot poor