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Goso the Storyteller

Once upon a time there was a man named Goso who lived all alone. Not really all alone, for eveyday children from the village came to sit beside him under the coconut tree and listen to his stories. No one in the village could tell such wonderful tales as he.

One day a gazelle came and climbed the tree, knocking down one of the coconuts as she did so. The coconut fell on Goso's head and killed him instantly. When the gazelle saw what she had done she ran away as fast as she could, so no one would see her.

The children wept for a long time at the death of their beloved Goso. When they finally dried their tears thay all agreed they would avenge his death. But the didn't know who it was that had killed him.

"It was surely th south wind. As he was blowing through the branches he knocked down the coconut that killed our Goso," said the children, and they ran to catch the south wind. But the south wind said,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the house that always bars my way."

So the children ran to the house and started beating it with their fists. But the house said,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the rat that gnawed a hole in my wall."

So the children caught the rat and made ready to kill him. But the rat cried out,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the cat that can eat me whenever it wants."

So the children ran after the cat and began to beat him. But the cat miaowed,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the rope that always ties me up so tight I can't even move."

So the children took hold of the rope, and the rope said,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the knife that always cuts me in two."

The children took hold of the knife, but the knife defended itself, saying,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the fire that will burn me till I turn into a lump of iron."

The children went to the fire, but the fire just crackled,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the water that can easily put me out."

The children ran to the water, and the water gurgled,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the ox that drinks me."

The children grabbed the ox, but the ox mooed,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the gad-fly that bites me all day."

The children caught the gad-fly, but the gad-fly buzzed,

"Do you think I'm such a powerful chieftain that I could kill your Goso? Far more powerful is the gazelle that can swallow me in a single gulp."

The children caught the gazelle, and the gazelle didn't say a word.

"The gazelle killed our Goso! The gazelle killed our Goso!" cried the children, and they beat her and beat her and beat her until she fell down dead.

And so Goso was dead, and the gazelle that killed him was dead. But Goso's stories live on and are told over and over again.