This is a folk-tale from Africa that I heard once upon a time. This story does have a moral, and I believe that it can be greatly appreciated, especially after the United States had their presidential elections a few days ago. I have written this story in my own literary form.
Once upon a time there was a small African village, deep in the African bush. In this village, there was the village chief. He was a man that was respected greatly among his people, and even though sometimes he got a temper. He had many friends within the village, and one of his best friends, was a man named Josef. One day, Josef went to the chief’s hut.
“Hey chief, would you like to go hunting? I feel as if today is a beautiful day, and the perfect day for us to go out for a hunt together.” Josef asked.
The chief agreed, and thought it would be good for him to get away from his chiefly duties and spend some time with his friend. They went far out into the jungle, each carrying a small caliber rifle. They weren’t hunting for anything in particular, maybe a monkey, or something small. Anything they could find they would hunt.
The chief decided to tell Josef a riddle.
“Once upon a time, two men went out for a hunt,” the chief started. “They eventually saw a chimpanzee in a tree. The first man aimed his rifle and shot the monkey. When the chimpanzee fell, the second man ran to the ape, and cut the tail off. The first man argued that he should be given the tail since he shot the chimpanzee. Who should keep the tail?” The chief finished.
Josef thought for a second, and eventually, he smiled at the chief, and shook his head.
“A chimpanzee doesn’t have a tail Chief!” Josef answered.
The chief chuckled, “That is correct Josef. Well done.”
All of a sudden, there was movement in one of the trees. Josef and the chief ran closer to get a better look. There up in the branches, was in fact a small monkey. The chief aimed his rifle, and shot, but missed the monkey. This time Josef was going to take a turn at it. The monkey started climbing down the tree rapidly, and Josef started aiming, and he shot.
“Ouch, ahh, urgh.” The chief yelled out.
When the chief turned around, Josef ran to the chief in horror. He had accidentally shot the chief’s right ear off. The monkey escaped, and the chief’s ear was gone.
After the chief was bandaged up, his pain turned to rage. He promised Josef that he and his family would be exiled from the village for his ignorance.
Sure enough, when they got back to the village, Josef and his family were sent away from the village and told that they were never allowed to come back.
About a week later, the village was attacked by a group of cannibals. They came in and killed many, but took some as prisoners to eat. The chief was among those that were captured.
When the cannibals decided they were ready to eat the chief, they brought him to a big cauldron with boiling water. They were going to boil him like a chicken. They brought him to the cauldron, and just as they were going to throw him in, they stopped.
He heard them arguing about the fact that he was missing an ear. You see, they believed that whoever they ate, they would receive the same physical form. They believed they could receive blessings and curses through the people they ate. He heard them talk about the fact that he was missing his right ear and that it must be a curse.
They promptly untied him and forced him to leave and go far away. They did not want anything to do with the chief.
The chief realized then that everything happens for a reason, and he went out and found Josef. He apologized, and explained to him what had happened. Not only did Josef save the chief from being eaten, but the Chief had saved Josef and his family by exiling them from the village.