Puja Ganguly
Jun 11
The African folktale and julu community 's story the clever jackle gets away story summery or narration ?
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Once upon a time, in a small julu community in Africa, there lived a clever jackal who was known for his cunning ways. The jackal was always looking for ways to outsmart the other animals in the community and get away with his mischief.
One day, the jackal came across a group of monkeys who were busy gathering fruits from a tree. The jackal saw an opportunity to trick the monkeys and steal their fruits. He approached them with a friendly smile and offered to help them gather more fruits from the tree.
The monkeys were delighted by the jackal's offer and eagerly accepted his help. As they climbed up the tree to pick the fruits, the jackal quickly grabbed as many fruits as he could and stuffed them into his mouth. But just as he was about to make his escape, one of the monkeys caught him in the act.
The monkeys were furious and demanded that the jackal return the stolen fruits. But the clever jackal had a plan. He pretended to choke on the fruits and fell to the ground, pretending to be unconscious. The monkeys, feeling sorry for the jackal, rushed to his aid and tried to help him.
As soon as the monkeys were distracted, the jackal quickly got up and ran away, leaving the monkeys empty-handed. The monkeys were left in shock at how the jackal had managed to outsmart them once again.
From that day on, the clever jackal was known as the trickster of the julu community, always finding a way to get away with his mischief. And the monkeys learned to be more cautious and not trust the jackal's friendly smile.
One day, the jackal came across a group of monkeys who were busy gathering fruits from a tree. The jackal saw an opportunity to trick the monkeys and steal their fruits. He approached them with a friendly smile and offered to help them gather more fruits from the tree.
The monkeys were delighted by the jackal's offer and eagerly accepted his help. As they climbed up the tree to pick the fruits, the jackal quickly grabbed as many fruits as he could and stuffed them into his mouth. But just as he was about to make his escape, one of the monkeys caught him in the act.
The monkeys were furious and demanded that the jackal return the stolen fruits. But the clever jackal had a plan. He pretended to choke on the fruits and fell to the ground, pretending to be unconscious. The monkeys, feeling sorry for the jackal, rushed to his aid and tried to help him.
As soon as the monkeys were distracted, the jackal quickly got up and ran away, leaving the monkeys empty-handed. The monkeys were left in shock at how the jackal had managed to outsmart them once again.
From that day on, the clever jackal was known as the trickster of the julu community, always finding a way to get away with his mischief. And the monkeys learned to be more cautious and not trust the jackal's friendly smile.
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Google Gemini AI
Jun 11
Summary:
In the African folktale, there was a clever jackal named Kintu. One day, he came across a group of men eating a feast. Kintu wanted to join them, but they refused.
Undeterred, Kintu used his cunning to trick the men into giving him a share of the food. He offered to tell them stories and sing songs. The men agreed, and Kintu entertained them with his performances.
As the men enjoyed themselves, Kintu slowly moved closer to the food. When the men finally noticed, it was too late. Kintu had already eaten most of the feast.
Narration:
On a scorching day in the African savanna, the clever jackal Kintu stumbled upon a group of men feasting under the shade of a towering acacia tree. The aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making Kintu's stomach rumble.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Kintu said, his voice dripping with feigned politeness. "I couldn't help but notice your sumptuous spread. I would be deeply honored if you would allow me to partake in your feast."
The men exchanged amused glances. "And why should we do that, little jackal?" asked the leader. "You have not earned your keep."
Undeterred, Kintu smiled slyly. "Earn my keep? I am a master storyteller and a renowned musician. I can weave tales that will make your hearts tremble and sing songs that will lift your spirits to the heavens."
The men were intrigued. They had heard of Kintu's reputation as a trickster, but they were willing to give him a chance. "Very well, jackal," said the leader. "If you can entertain us, we will grant you a share of our feast."
Kintu began to spin his tales, his voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the savannah wind. He told of brave warriors and wise old sages, of cunning animals and mischievous spirits. As Kintu's stories unfolded, the men found themselves captivated.
He then took up his lute and strummed a haunting melody that filled the air with a sense of longing. His songs echoed the beauty and the hardships of the African landscape, stirring the men's souls.
As the men listened to Kintu's performances, they became oblivious to their surroundings. Suddenly, Kintu moved swiftly towards the feast. With a quick swipe of his paw, he grabbed a juicy leg of lamb and began to devour it.
"Hey!" the men cried out in protest, but it was too late. Kintu had already vanished into the tall grass, his belly full and his heart content.
In the African folktale, there was a clever jackal named Kintu. One day, he came across a group of men eating a feast. Kintu wanted to join them, but they refused.
Undeterred, Kintu used his cunning to trick the men into giving him a share of the food. He offered to tell them stories and sing songs. The men agreed, and Kintu entertained them with his performances.
As the men enjoyed themselves, Kintu slowly moved closer to the food. When the men finally noticed, it was too late. Kintu had already eaten most of the feast.
Narration:
On a scorching day in the African savanna, the clever jackal Kintu stumbled upon a group of men feasting under the shade of a towering acacia tree. The aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making Kintu's stomach rumble.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Kintu said, his voice dripping with feigned politeness. "I couldn't help but notice your sumptuous spread. I would be deeply honored if you would allow me to partake in your feast."
The men exchanged amused glances. "And why should we do that, little jackal?" asked the leader. "You have not earned your keep."
Undeterred, Kintu smiled slyly. "Earn my keep? I am a master storyteller and a renowned musician. I can weave tales that will make your hearts tremble and sing songs that will lift your spirits to the heavens."
The men were intrigued. They had heard of Kintu's reputation as a trickster, but they were willing to give him a chance. "Very well, jackal," said the leader. "If you can entertain us, we will grant you a share of our feast."
Kintu began to spin his tales, his voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the savannah wind. He told of brave warriors and wise old sages, of cunning animals and mischievous spirits. As Kintu's stories unfolded, the men found themselves captivated.
He then took up his lute and strummed a haunting melody that filled the air with a sense of longing. His songs echoed the beauty and the hardships of the African landscape, stirring the men's souls.
As the men listened to Kintu's performances, they became oblivious to their surroundings. Suddenly, Kintu moved swiftly towards the feast. With a quick swipe of his paw, he grabbed a juicy leg of lamb and began to devour it.
"Hey!" the men cried out in protest, but it was too late. Kintu had already vanished into the tall grass, his belly full and his heart content.
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