1001 night

A griot ------ High up under the eaves of millet straw that covered the simple mud huts of Burkina Faso sat a spider in its intricately woven web. It was no ordinary spider, because whenever an insect got caught in its web, it spoke soothingly to the little animal, which wanted to free itself from the chains with all its strength and with panic fear of inevitable death. She calmly told him clever and instructive stories that she had heard from other crawling creatures and that she had woven...