Long, long ago, when Zebra's skin was still white, a terrible drought occurred. For months not a single drop of rain fell. The grass turned dull, the trees became bare and the rivers dried up one by one. Springbok, Warthog and Zebra had to walk very far each day in search of water.
One morning when Springbok arrived at the only watering hole, he heard an angry voice say, "Make way! Scoot! Or heads will roll! This is Baboon's watering hole!" Springbok's eyes widened. Baboon was sitting on a rock next to the watering hole, grilling bananas over his open fire. "But I'm so thirsty, my tongue feels like biltong," Springbok said. "Where will I find water?"
Baboon growled. "Not my problem! Scoot! Or heads will roll! This is Baboon's watering hole." Springbok saw Baboon's long teeth and was scared. He turned around and trotted away.
After a while Warthog came trotting along. But as soon as he lowered his head to take a sip of water, he heard an angry voice, "Make way! Scoot! Or heads will roll! This is Baboon's watering hole!" Surprised, Warthog turned around.

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