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In our story, the Monkey and the Shark, the monkey told the shark that he was nothing

like
The Washermans Donkey.

This is the story of The Washermans Donkey. The moral is to never fall for the same trick
twice.

Warning the moral is brought home in quite an unsentimental way!

A hare arranges for a donkey to marry a lion of course it is a trick because the lion wants to
eat the donkey.

Read by Richard Scott.


Lightly adapted from George Batemans Zanzibar Tales 1901.
Proofread by Jana Elizabeth

If you have heard our tale about the Monkey and the Shark, you will know that the monkey
has said that he is nothing like the washermans donkey. The shark is very keen to hear the
story that explains why that might be so. If you are you curious too, here is the story that the
monkey told to the shark about The Donkey and the Lion.

A washerman owned a donkey, of which he was very fond. One day however, it ran away,
and made its home in the forest, where it led a lazy life, and grew very fat.

At length, Sungura, the hare, by chance passed that way, and saw Punda, the donkey.

Now, the hare is the most cunning of all beasts if you look at his mouth you will see that he
is always talking to himself about everything.

So when Sungura saw Punda, he said to himself: My, this donkey is fat! Then he went and
told Simba, the lion.

Simba had hurt his leg, and he was still so weak that he could not go hunting. He was pretty
hungry.

Sungura called out: Hey Mr. Simba, Ill bring enough meat tomorrow for both of us to have
a great feast, but youll have to do the killing.

All right, good friend, exclaimed Simba, joyfully. Youre very kind.

So the hare scampered off to the forest, found the donkey, and said to her, in his most courtly
manner: Miss Punda, I am sent to ask for your hand in marriage.

By whom? simpered the donkey.

By Simba, the lion.

The donkey was greatly elated at this, and exclaimed: Lets go at once. This is a first-class
offer.

They soon arrived at the lions home, were cordially invited in, and sat down.
Sungura gave Simba a signal with his eyebrow, to show that this was the promised feast, and
that he would wait outside. Then he said to Punda: I must leave you for a while to deal with
some private business. You stay here and converse with your husband that is to be.

As soon as Sungura got outside, the lion sprang at Punda, and they had a great fight. Simba
was kicked very hard, and he struck with his claws as well as his weak health would permit
him. At last the donkey threw the lion down, and ran away to her home in the forest.

Shortly after, the hare came back and called: Haya! Simba! Have you got it?

I have not got it, growled the lion. She kicked me and ran away, but I warrant you I made
her feel pretty sore, though Im not that strong at the moment.

Oh well, remarked Sungura. Dont put yourself out about it.

Then Sungura waited many days, until the lion and the donkey were both well and strong,
when he said: What do you think now, Simba? Shall I bring you your meat?

Ay, growled the lion fiercely. Bring it to me. Ill tear it into two pieces!

So the hare went off to the forest, where the donkey welcomed him and asked the news.

You are invited to call again and see your admirer, said Sungura.

Oh dear! cried Punda. That day you took me to him, he scratched me awfully. Im afraid
to go near him now.

Ah, pshaw! said Sungura. Thats nothing. Thats only Simbas way of caressing.

Oh, well, said the donkey, lets go.

So off they started again, but as soon as the lion caught sight of Punda he sprang upon her
and ate her up.

And that was the story of The Lion and the Donkey.
When Kima the monkey had finished telling it to Papa the shark, he said:

Are my ears long? Are my eyes dull? Do I have a tail like a switch of old creepers? In short,
do I look like a donkey to you?

And Papa the shark had to admit that Kima looked nothing like Punda the donkey. He
realised from this tale that the monkey was not one to fall for the same trick twice, and he
swam out to sea realising that his cause was lost.