Post #9

Creation Story of the Stars and Light; Retold

As I fly through the world, alive and new, I notice just how dreary a world without light is. I feel as though I am deprived, and I rightfully should have light to enjoy. I hear from another little bird that atop a hill sits a hut, where a wealthy man and his daughter live. This man possesses three precious bags containing the stars, moon, and sun. Hearing of this, I devise a plan to infiltrate the house and gain the previous gifts for my enjoyment. 

My plan is full proof; turn myself into a speck of dust, land in the drink of the daughter, and be born into the world as a raven child and aquire the bags through whatever means necessary. I turn myself into the particle and go into the daughter's water. She drinks me unknowingly, impregnating herself with me, the raven child. 

Born into the world, I am helpless and immobile. The new grandfather is very doting to me, which should make my job much more manageable. I see the three purple, supple bags sitting atop the high shelf, which is much out of my reach (curse this lack of height and mobility!), and so I sit down, and cry. The grandfather rushes over to me, grabbing the first bag and placing it on the floor in front of me. I had to cause quite a ruckus, but I still got the bag! Now, the moment I have been waiting for. I giggle, and open the bag. . .the stars fling out and fly through the smoke hole. 

Feeling confident in my success, I decide to cry for the next. The grandfather doesn't hurry over to me this time, so I cry louder. This hurries things up and brings him right over, practically throwing the next bag at me just so I will stop my crying. Again with a giggle, I immediately open the bag and send the moon out along with the stars through the smoke hole. The grandfather looks a little pale from worry, but that doesn't stop me from crying for the last bag. 

As I begin to cry, the grandfather looks at me, then at the bag, then at me, and finally grabs the bag and placed it in my lap. I know why he hesitated, as this bag contains the sun. Before I open this bag, I stop and realize what I am truly possessing; the sun! I want this for myself, and I will release it when I want. My mind made up, I transform into my pure white raven self and fly out of the smoke hole, bag in beak. I have accomplished my deed, and have gotten a reward out of it. I decide that I will keep this sun to myself, and fly to my hearts content with the sun in my possession.