At this market, there was a woman frying and selling mandazi. Many people lined up to buy from her.
Likhutu was enticed by the aroma of the mandazi. He longed to buy some.
"Yes, you can watch my shop for me while I go to Chama Women's Group," replied the woman
He said to himself with relish, "I will eat as many as I can. And then I will keep some in my hat."
He stuffed his hat with mandazi straight from the boiling oil.
Then he pulled the hat onto his head. Immediately, Likhutu began to twist his neck from the scalding mandazi.
She asked, "Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong!" declared Likhutu.
He hurried away to his cousin's house.
He found his cousin with visitors, so he sat outside to wait.
When Likhutu's cousin saw him twisting his neck, he was puzzled.
He crept up and pulled off Likhutu's hat. The mandazi fell on the ground!
"What happened to you?" asked his cousin. But Likhutu was too ashamed to speak.
Likhutu's hair did not grow back.
Since then all tortoises are bald.
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