Here is another short animal tale from Daffo. It was recorded by Mr. Mafulul Lek in 1992. Sorry for the low sound quality!
Ka mbokol-fiɗok si kukwish
Ka mbokol-fiɗok si kukwish si yu a yang. Nai si nang yang kong, si nwaak. Nai mbokol-fiɗok ti niyis kukwish: „A teken hai!“ A niyet: „A mbokol-fiɗok, shi teken hai!“ Ti niyis: „A kukwish, a teken hai!“ A niyet: „A mbokol-fiɗok, shi teken hai!“ Mbokol-fiɗok nai ti nii: „Yee, a tek nza ɗamahi, i tek nzin ɗamini!“ Ti har manjeng la, ti har manjeng la, ti tik a har manjeng la, ti nii, mu tek yang a hai, tu ti wa kpa’ ti taɗaset! Nai ha kukwish a lang a yahot a sisali kong. Aa yahot; aa yahot, aa yahot, aa yahot, yir si mashu ti sisali. A nii kong, ma was yiri la, a mbukai hai fo, a hwi ti la a ndik a te’e. Miis nai ɗes a wal, fat ma mbokol-fiɗoki!
The Frog and the Fly
One day, the frog and the fly went to cut thatch-roof grass. After cutting it, they bundled it. Then the frog asked the fly to put it on her head. But the fly asked the frog to take up his own bundle first. The frog asked the fly to take up her bundle first. The fly asked the frog to take up his bundle first. The frog then said: „O.k., you take up your own yourself, I will take up my own myself. She summoned up all her strength and lifted up the bundle, but (due to its weight she fell down on her back and) her intestines burst. Then the fly started to throb with laughter. He laughed and laughed and laughed, till tears ran down his face. He wanted to wipe off his tears, but accidentally knocked his head so hard that it fell down. Now the fly was also dead, like the frog. (That’s why it doesn’t pay to laugh at someone’s misfortune, let alone to cause it.)