Once upon a time, there was a farmer and his wife who had one child.

Their child was a boy called Kisirusiru, which means, one who behaves foolishly.

One day, as Kisirusiru took the goats out, a goat's horn tore his shirt.

His mother sent him to the shop to buy a needle so that she could mend his shirt.

Kisirusiru bought the needle and put it in the pocket of his shirt.

On his way home, he joined the boys who were playing football. The needle fell out and got lost.

When he reached home he told his mother what had happened. "My child, next time put the needle in a piece of paper," said his mother.

"Yes mother, I understand," replied Kisirusiru.

The next day, the boy picked up a pot to go and fetch water. After he had filled the pot he remembered what his mother said. So he wrapped the pot in a piece of paper to carry it home.

But on the way, the paper got torn. The pot fell and broke into pieces, spilling all the water.

When he got home, his mother patiently explained, "My child, next time put the pot on your head. Then you'll be able to carry it without spilling."

"Yes mother, I understand," said Kisirusiru.

The following day, Kisirusiru's father told him to take the goats out to graze. He remembered what his mother had said, and put the goat on his head.

The goat kicked and scratched Kisirusiru's head. Soon blood was trickling down his face.

"When will you stop your stupidity?" shouted his father. "Goats are tied and pulled with ropes! Behave properly or you'll have to leave my house."

The next day, the man sent his son to buy meat at the market. Remembering what his father said, Kisirusiru tied a rope around the meat.

He pulled it home. He ran very fast because he did not want to keep his father waiting.

Imagine how the meat looked when it reached home!

His father was so angry that he told Kisirusiru to pack his things and leave. When his mother heard this, she decided to leave with her son.

They took the kitchen door with them, so that they would have something to start building a new house.

They had walked for quite a while but could not find anywhere to build their new house.

When it became dark, they decided to climb up a tree to sleep. They pulled up the door and their belongings with them.

After climbing the tree, they heard noises from below. They saw three dangerous men with sacks.

Kisirusiru and his mother were so scared that their door dropped to the ground.

The men got such a fright that they ran away, leaving the sacks behind.

Kisirusiru and his mother climbed down the tree.

They opened the men's sacks. Inside they found money, clothes, blankets, and other things they needed to set up house.

They soon found a place to build themselves a new house. They lived happily ever after.