Long, long ago the Chameleon and the Dog were
friends. But sometimes the Dog walked with the Man.
One day the Chameleon asked the Dog, "Why do you sometimes
go
with the Man?"
"The Man and I are friends," answered the Dog. The Man is a hunter,
and we go hunting together. I help him to hunt. We have meat when we come back.
Then we eat it."
Once the Man and the Dog were hunting. They killed an antelope and carried it to
the hunter's house.
The Chameleon saw them and followed them. The hunter made dinner from the meat
and began to eat it.
The Dog came up to the Man and wanted to have some meat, too.
Then the Hunter took a big stick and hit the Dog on the head! The poor Dog cried
and ran away.
The Chameleon saw everything, and he ran away, too. He ran into the forest,
stopped there and began to shake his head: "Yangu, yangu, yangu,"
he cried. "That is too bad! Why, the Dog says he is the Hunter's friend, he
helps him to hunt and brings much meat. And the Hunter hits the poor Dog on the
head with a stick! The Man is not good. I will not live near the Man. I will
live in the forest!"
That is why the Chameleon lives in the forest far from the home of Man. When
he thinks of the Man and his big stick, he shakes his head and says, "Yangu,
yangu, yangu!" Too bad, too bad, too bad!