So, the crux of this book is in the absurd premise that SOMEWHERE in the forest there is a strange-looking moss covered rock that knocks you unconscious for an hour if, upon seeing it, you go "Isn't this a strange, moss-covered rock?"Of course, if you can accept the existence of talking spiders and various African animals that live in houses and sit on chairs, you can accept this too. And you should, because the story of how Anansi got outwitted, hoisted on his own petard? Well! That's worth dropping in a dead faint for an hour over!