THE HARE AND THE CROCODILE'S RIDE
Long ago, when animals still held councils and rivers whispered secrets, there lived a hare named Agbako. He was small but sharp—so clever that he could talk his way out of a lion’s jaw and into a king’s feast.
On the other side of the wide, roaring river lived the juiciest yams in the land. But to get there, one had to cross crocodile-infested waters.
Agbako had no canoe, no wings, and certainly no permission. Yet he had something better—a plan.
One morning, he approached the riverbank and called out, “Brother Crocodile! Come quickly! I bring urgent news!”
A massive crocodile surfaced. “What news could a hare possibly bring me?”
“There’s going to be a great naming ceremony for the King of Crocodiles. The forest animals must attend. I’m here to count how many crocodiles will make the journey.”
Flattered and intrigued, the crocodile nodded. “Let me call my brothers.”
Soon, the river was lined with crocodiles—head to tail.
Agbako hopped across their backs, counting loudly. “One! Two! Three!”
When he reached the last crocodile—on the other side of the river—he leaped onto dry land and shouted, “Twenty-eight! And not one drop of water on my fur!”
The crocodiles growled in fury. “You tricked us!”
But Agbako just laughed. “Wit always swims faster than teeth.”
The next week, he tried the same trick again. But the crocodiles were ready.
As he reached the middle of the river, the last crocodile dove—causing a ripple. Agbako lost his balance and tumbled into the water.
He barely escaped with his ears.
Soaked and shivering, he limped home. That day, the clever hare learned that while wit can win you freedom, repeating your tricks can win you trouble.
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Moral Lesson:
Intelligence can save you once, but pride and overconfidence will lead to your downfall. Even the clever must stay humble.
Long ago, when animals still held councils and rivers whispered secrets, there lived a hare named Agbako. He was small but sharp—so clever that he could talk his way out of a lion’s jaw and into a king’s feast.
On the other side of the wide, roaring river lived the juiciest yams in the land. But to get there, one had to cross crocodile-infested waters.
Agbako had no canoe, no wings, and certainly no permission. Yet he had something better—a plan.
One morning, he approached the riverbank and called out, “Brother Crocodile! Come quickly! I bring urgent news!”
A massive crocodile surfaced. “What news could a hare possibly bring me?”
“There’s going to be a great naming ceremony for the King of Crocodiles. The forest animals must attend. I’m here to count how many crocodiles will make the journey.”
Flattered and intrigued, the crocodile nodded. “Let me call my brothers.”
Soon, the river was lined with crocodiles—head to tail.
Agbako hopped across their backs, counting loudly. “One! Two! Three!”
When he reached the last crocodile—on the other side of the river—he leaped onto dry land and shouted, “Twenty-eight! And not one drop of water on my fur!”
The crocodiles growled in fury. “You tricked us!”
But Agbako just laughed. “Wit always swims faster than teeth.”
The next week, he tried the same trick again. But the crocodiles were ready.
As he reached the middle of the river, the last crocodile dove—causing a ripple. Agbako lost his balance and tumbled into the water.
He barely escaped with his ears.
Soaked and shivering, he limped home. That day, the clever hare learned that while wit can win you freedom, repeating your tricks can win you trouble.
⸻
Moral Lesson:
Intelligence can save you once, but pride and overconfidence will lead to your downfall. Even the clever must stay humble.
THE HARE AND THE CROCODILE'S RIDE
Long ago, when animals still held councils and rivers whispered secrets, there lived a hare named Agbako. He was small but sharp—so clever that he could talk his way out of a lion’s jaw and into a king’s feast.
On the other side of the wide, roaring river lived the juiciest yams in the land. But to get there, one had to cross crocodile-infested waters.
Agbako had no canoe, no wings, and certainly no permission. Yet he had something better—a plan.
One morning, he approached the riverbank and called out, “Brother Crocodile! Come quickly! I bring urgent news!”
A massive crocodile surfaced. “What news could a hare possibly bring me?”
“There’s going to be a great naming ceremony for the King of Crocodiles. The forest animals must attend. I’m here to count how many crocodiles will make the journey.”
Flattered and intrigued, the crocodile nodded. “Let me call my brothers.”
Soon, the river was lined with crocodiles—head to tail.
Agbako hopped across their backs, counting loudly. “One! Two! Three!”
When he reached the last crocodile—on the other side of the river—he leaped onto dry land and shouted, “Twenty-eight! And not one drop of water on my fur!”
The crocodiles growled in fury. “You tricked us!”
But Agbako just laughed. “Wit always swims faster than teeth.”
The next week, he tried the same trick again. But the crocodiles were ready.
As he reached the middle of the river, the last crocodile dove—causing a ripple. Agbako lost his balance and tumbled into the water.
He barely escaped with his ears.
Soaked and shivering, he limped home. That day, the clever hare learned that while wit can win you freedom, repeating your tricks can win you trouble.
⸻
Moral Lesson:
Intelligence can save you once, but pride and overconfidence will lead to your downfall. Even the clever must stay humble.
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