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Anansi the Spider´s Storytelling Book

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In the beginning there is a garden. You have always known that. It is a jungle like garden and a park like garden, a vegetable patch garden and a wild garden altogether. And in this garden there are animals. And there is Anansi the Spider. And sometimes there is you aswell. Anansi the Spider loves to tell stories. In fact, sometimes he tells how he called the other animals in just to have someone to tell stories to. Because stories, Anansi says, are not the teller´s, they are the listener´s . Trees hold Life, but for telling stories, that is Anansi´s job. And ours.

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In the beginning there is a garden. You have always known that. It is a jungle like garden and a park like garden, a vegetable patch garden and a wild garden altogether. And in this garden there are animals. And there is Anansi the Spider. And sometimes there is you aswell. Anansi the Spider loves to tell stories. In fact, sometimes he tells how he called the other animals in just to have someone to tell stories to. Because stories, Anansi says, are not the teller´s, they are the listener´s . Other time he tells that all stories are his, Anansi´s. And we are much better off this way. For there are also Tiger stories. They are stories about conquer, blood, rape and destruction. About how the strong always triumphs, and the weak is crushed. Some people still tells Tiger´s stories. Anansi knows (but he does not tell this to everybody) that people (and animals) are made of stories. Of the stories they are told and very specially of the stories they tell themselves. Of course life goes on without stories. Trees take care of that. But even them would miss stories. In fact, whenever there is a specially confusing time, they try to put together all the broken pieces of stories lying around and whisper them with their leaves, hoping that someone will hear them and tell them whole. Trees hold Life, but for telling stories, that is Anansi´s job. And ours.