Anansi continues on this mad road. Anansi’s eyes have never seen so many things! Anansi’s ears have never heard so much noise!
To pass this way requires Anansi to dodge and duck, and cross over and crawl under. But once on the road, Anansi is determined to see where it might lead. This is part of the fun of travel. Where does this crazy road go?
It is impossible to answer that question without dodging the vehicles, ducking the shouting people, crossing over and crawling under all those hulking things.
What happens next convinces Anansi that this is not a good road for strolling.
In fact, Anansi learns that it is a bad road to stroll. A bad, bad road to stroll. Anansi set out on this chaotic road just for fun, hoping to get to the lakeside to sip the tasty water, and to see what might be found along the way.
Well, what Anansi finds is a copper-coloured man tossing waste into a gigantic tipper. As Anansi looks for a path around this stinking mess, Anansi’s face enters the arc of the man’s toss just in time to catch a snoot full of ashy dust.
Anansi wants to sneeze, but keeps moving along this crazy road. Anansi trots unaware of this coat of ash. Anansi arrives at a junction with a very familiar road, one that takes Anansi every day to the lake. Anansi feels good to be off the bustling road, and onto a peaceful road, where everyone and everything is familiar.
Anansi passes the round house, where the old cat lives with her sixteen children and grandchildren. Not one of this herd looks Anansi’s way. Anansi is puzzled.
Anansi passes the brick wall where dogs gather in afternoons to share laziness. None of the lazing dogs notices Anansi. Anansi is confused.
Anansi bypasses Dube, who works every day building the huge storey house on the hill. Dube looks at Anansi, but not a flicker of recognition lights his face. Anansi becomes worried.
Why does no one recognize Anansi? Anansi passes here almost every day.
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