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How The Sun Came Part2

So the buzzard traveled eastward till he came to the place where the sun was. And because the buzzard flies so high, the sun-keeping people did not see him, although now they were watching out four thieves. The buzzard dived straight gown out of the sky, the way he does today, and caught a piece of the sun in the claws. He set on the sun his head and started for home, but the sun was so hot that it burned off all his head feathers, and that is why the buzzard's head is bald today. Now the people work in despair. "What shall we do? What shall we do?" They cried. "Our brothers have tried hard; they have done their best, everything a man can do. What else shall we do so we can have light?" "They have done the best a man can do,"said a little voice from the grass, "but perhaps this is something a woman can do better than a man." "Who are you?"everyone asked. Who is that speaking in a tiny voice and hidden in the grass?" "I'm your grandmother spider,"she replied. "Perhaps i was put in the world to bring you light. Who knows? At least i can try,and if i am bored at it will still not be as if you had lost one of the your great warriors." The grandmother spider felt around here in the darkness until she found some damp clay. She rolled it and her hands, and molded a little play bowl. She started eastward, carrying her bowl, and spinning at thread behind her so she could find her way back. When grandmother spider came to the place of the sun people, she was so little and so quiet no one notice her. She reached out gently, gently, and took a tiny bit of the sun, and place it in here clay bowl. Then she went back along the thread and she had spun, with the sun's light growing and spreading before her, as you move from the east to west. And if you will notice, even today spider's web is shaped like the sun's disk and it's rays, and the spider will always spin her web in the morning, very early, before the sun is fully up. "Thank you, grandmother," the people said when she returned. "We will always honor you and we will always remember you." And from then on pottery making became womens work, and all pottery must be dried slowly and the shade before it is put in the heat of the firing oven, just as grandmother spiders bowl dried and her hand, slowly, in the darkness, as she traveled toward the land of the sun.