Long ago, there was a clever basket weaver. He could weave beautiful cane baskets. He was proud of his skill. One day a friend admired the beautiful baskets.
“Can you teach my son how to weave ?” he asked.
“I can teach him how to weave, but he’ll have a to help me in my work,” said the weaver. A week later, the boy began to work for the weaver. Every day the boy had to go to the jungle and bring back some cane.
It was full of thorns. He had to heat the cane, clean it and prepare it for weaving. The boy quickly learnt to weave beautiful baskets. He could work faster than the weaver.
The weaver noticed this and was jealous of the boy. One dark night, the weaver killed the boy. God Sakra saw it. He was very angry. He disguised himself as an old man and came to the weaver’s house.
“Why did you kill that innocent boy ?” he asked. The weaver was silent for some time. Then he decided to tell the truth.
“I was jealous of the boy. So I killed him,” he said.
“You told me the truth. You will be able to weave beautifully, but I’m going to change you into a bird,” said God Sakra.
The old weaver looked sad.
“You killed your friend’s son. Your enemies will try to harm your young ones. You will have to work hard to protect them,” God Sakra said.
The weaver vanished. In his place there was a little brown bird.
That bird is the weaver bird. It has to work hard to make its nest safe for its young ones. The entrance to the nest is at the bottom, so snakes cannot get into the nest. The weaver bird is able to protect its young ones.