The oldest crocodile said, “We’ll know you’re one of us if you can eat and enjoy mud soup just like we do.” They gave him a pot of dirty brown water. “Just like my grandmother used to make it!” Anansi said.
But he made a hole in the ground with his back foot, and a hole in the pot with his front foot. As he pretended to drink the soup, it oozed down through the pot into the hole beneath his feet.

“Delicious!” he exclaimed, giving back the empty pot.
“Now we know you are definitely one of us,” the crocodiles said. So they allowed Anansi to sleep in their hole with them for the night.
“Tomorrow morning I’ll tell you the story of my life,” said Anansi as they fell asleep.