Bringing The Light
At the beginning, the world was in total darkness. Raven the creator of the world vowed that he would bring the light to the world. One day he came to know that only light was hoarded by a mean old Chief who lived with his daughter, and he was not ready to share the light with anyone. So Raven played his trick, he turned himself into cedar leaf and sneakily fluttered into the chief's dwelling.
When chief's daughter was taking a drink, Raven fluttered into the cup of the drink and the Chief's daughter swallowed him. She immediately became pregnant. Finally chief's daughter gave birth to Raven as the human infant. The chief began to love him a lot and said "Give the baby what it wants".
Firstly, he asked for the bag that contains stars, the Chief gave him the bag unknowing of his tricks, one day out of excitement he threw the bag up in the sky thereby scattering the stars in the sky. Next he did the same with the bag that contains moon in it. Finally, he asked for the bag that contains Sun in it. The chief gave the bag to him though he said not to untie it. As soon as he got the final bag in his hand, he turned himself into his real Raven form and flew though smokehole in the roof of the house and escaped into the darkness with his stolen treasure.
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