But one fig wasn’t enough for him. He went back a second time, and did the same. When he went back a third time, the crows began to get suspicious.
“Why do you keep coming back to us to get a coal?” they said. Anansi answered, “Every time when I get home, the coal has burnt out.”
“You’re lying!” said the crows. “You just want our food!” “That’s not true,” said Anansi. And he started crying.

The crows felt sorry for him. The next morning at first light, each crow gave him a feather. He flew with them to the fig tree in the middle of the wide river. When he saw the luscious figs, Anansi wanted them all for himself.
Each time a crow tried to pick a fig, he shouted out, “That one is mine! I saw it first!” And then he took the fig and put it into his bag. Eventually he had all the figs and the crows had none.