Anansi’s Riding-Horse

Anansi kept saying Tiger was his father’s riding-horse.

This made Tiger angry!

Tiger went to Anansi’s house.

“Come with me!” Tiger said.

“You’re going to tell everybody the truth.”

“I’m sick!” groaned Anansi. “I’m too weak to walk.”

“Then get on my back,” said Tiger.

Anansi fetched his saddle and bridle and spurs.

“What do you need all that for?” asked Tiger.

“To keep from falling off,” Anansi said. “I feel so weak.”

Anansi got in the saddle, and he spurred Tiger.

Tiger ran.

“Just like I said!” Anansi shouted.

“Tiger was my father’s riding-horse.

And now he’s mine too!”