Memories of Anonsi
Anonsi. Anonsi. Just hearing that name makes ones tongue swell with the desire to sing of her greatness to the heavens! Ah, the stories I could tell . . . The pure and humble Anonsi would of course try to downplay them as fanciful embellishments. But they are the truth! Perhaps you wonder why you have never heard Anonsi tell these stories? It is just the way she is.
If you had managed to save an entire Inuit village from destruction by an evil horde of ice-minotaurs using just a spoon and a packet of floss, you would have eagerly told everyone you met of your braverism. But not sweet sweet Anonsi. The village wanted to repay her for her phenomenal act of kindness. They offered her the finest furs, priceless gems and a grand iglonsion (that's an igloo mansion for you Inuit noobs). Never aga