Clever Jackal repeatedly stole lambs from a Boer’s kraal but was eventually caught in a trap. When Monkey mocked him, Jackal tricked Monkey into taking his place in the noose. As the Boer arrived, Jackal fled, leaving Monkey to face the blame. Despite Monkey’s protests, the Boer believed him guilty and tragically shot him, ensuring Jackal escaped unpunished.
Source
South-African Folk Tales
by James A. Honey, M.D.
New York,1910
► Themes of the story
Trickster: The Jackal embodies the trickster archetype, using cunning to deceive the Monkey into taking his place in the trap.
Revenge and Justice: The Monkey’s mockery leads to his downfall, suggesting a form of poetic justice where his actions result in dire consequences.
Good vs. Evil: The story contrasts the Jackal’s malicious intent with the Monkey’s naivety, illustrating the struggle between malevolent and innocent forces.
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Every evening Jackal went to the Boer’s kraal. He crept through the sliding door and stole a fat young lamb. This, clever Jackal did several times in succession. Boer set a wip for him at the door. [Wip is a Dutch word for springle – a bent green stick, to which a noose is attached at one end; the trap is delicately adjusted by a cross stick, which when trod on releases the bent bough, pulling the noose quickly around the animal and into the air.] Jackal went again and zip – there he was caught around the body by the noose. He swung and swayed high in the air and couldn’t touch ground. The day began to dawn and Jackal became uneasy.
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On a stone kopje, Monkey sat. When it became light he could see the whole affair, and descended hastily for the purpose of mocking Jackal. He went and sat on the wall. “Ha, ha, good morning. So there you are hanging now, eventually caught.”
“What? I caught? I am simply swinging for my pleasure; it is enjoyable.”
“You fibber. You are caught in the wip.”
“If you but realized how nice it was to swing and sway like this, you wouldn’t hesitate. Come, try it a little. You feel so healthy and strong for the day, and you never tire afterwards.”
“No, I won’t. You are caught.”
After a while Jackal convinced Monkey. He sprang from the kraal wall, and freeing Jackal, adjusted the noose around his own body. Jackal quickly let go and began to laugh, as Monkey was now swinging high in the air.
“Ha, ha, ha,” he laughed. “Now Monkey is in the wip.”
“Jackal, free me,” he screamed.
“There, Boer is coming,” shouted Jackal.
“Jackal, free me of this, or I’ll break your playthings.”
“No, there Boer is coming with his gun; you rest a while in the noose.”
“Jackal, quickly make me free.”
“No, here’s Boer already, and he’s got his gun. Good morning.” And with these parting words he ran away as fast as he could. Boer came and saw Monkey in the wip.
“So, so, Monkey, now you are caught. You are the fellow who has been stealing my lambs, hey?”
“No, Boer, no,” screamed Monkey, “not I, but Jackal.”
“No, I know you; you aren’t too good for that.”
“No, Boer, no, not I, but Jackal,” Monkey stammered. “Oh, I know you. Just wait a little,” and Boer, raising his gun, aimed and shot poor Monkey dead.
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