Long ago, on a lonely winters night, the moon was high in
the sky. He sat up there in the sky and looked around him at the stars. There were thousands of stars in the sky that
night. The moon watched as those shinning stars shot across the sky to talk to
their other friends. All around him conversations were going on, yet no one
talked to him. The stars were much younger than he was and they saw him as an
older brother. No one wanted to tell secrets to an older brother. He thought he
might find a friend on earth, someone to talk to him during those long lonely
nights. But alas, all of the people and creatures were fast asleep in their
beds. The moon grew tired and wary without a friend. Night after night the moon sat in the sky and
wished for someone to talk to.
As the moon began to leave the sky each night he was
welcomed with the warm glow of the sun. The sun was such a cheery being. He would take over the moons shift during the
day and would bask the earth in a warm yellow glow. The people on the earth
loved the sun. Every day when the sun was shining and the moon and starts were
sleeping, the moon could hear the children and people laugh as they played out
in the warm sun. The sun always had people around him. They laughed and played
with him until he began to set. During those times, as the moon was about to
rise, he could hear the children crying, not wanting to go inside. People loved
the sun, but dreaded the night.
This same cycle happened again and again until one night the
moon had had enough. When it was time for the sun to rise, the moon refused to
budge. The sun saw this and asked the moon why he refused to set. He pleaded
with the moon to not break the cycle, that it would have dire consequences.
However, the moon remained in the sky.
This went on for several weeks. The moon watched as the
people who were at first confused, became disoriented by the constant night.
With no sunshine to wake them up, they slept all day. The moon didn’t
understand this, they were supposed to be up, playing and talking with him. He
watched as the plants began to wither and the cows began to die because they
had nothing to eat. The moon in his frenzy ran to the sun for help.
After telling the sun all of his problems, the sun gave the
moon a sad smile.
“My friend, I tried to warn you. We all have our part to
play in this world. I bring light, which helps the plants grow to feed the cows
that feed the humans. You bring the night to cool the earth and pull the tides.
Without you the water would never flow and the humans would never sleep,” said the
sun as he laid a hand on the moons shoulder.
“But, why does it have to be like that? “ Cried the moon. “Why
do I have to be alone?”
The sun regarded him silently. Just as the moon was about to
plead again the sun vanished. The sun was gone minuets before he popped back up
and with him was the Old Man. The Old Man was the creator of the sun and moon.
He created the earth and its people.
“My son, I hear that you have become sad at your job and
that you have no one to talk to. I had hoped that you would be content with
your duties to protect the people while they sleep, but I understand why you
are lonely.” The old man said, as he pulled a creature from behind his back.
“This is an owl. He shall be your nocturnal friend and keep
you company while the others sleep. He will hunt by your moonlight and sleep while the suns out.” The old man said as hundreds of owls flew
to the earth.
From that moment on, both the moon and the sun had friends to
make their duties easier.
Author's Note: I wanted this story to mimic the structure of other Blackfoot stories. Every Blackfoot story contains information for how something was created. When I read the story of the Theft of the Sun, and how someone tried to steal fire from the sun. I knew the sun would be a great character in my story. I originally wanted the moon and sun to fight, but as I began writing this story unfolded. It was important to me to show why the moon might be upset and how that could affect the earth. The Old Man character is often mentioned throughout Blackfoot stories as a god-like figure.
Bibliography: The Blackfeet Indian Stories by George Bird Grinnell (1915).
A very lovely story! Although I know what the Moon did is wrong, I felt bad for his loneliness. I’m glad that you give him a friend at the end. It is very interesting when you describe the consequences when the Moon refused to be replaced by the sun during the day. You created a very fascinated story from the original version. Great Job!
ReplyDeleteHey Katie, I loved your story. I agree with what you say about how the story unfolds. Sometimes you start out with an idea in your head but as you write, you realize the story will be better going in a different direction. I liked that you wrote the sun as a helpful friend. Also I'm a huge fan of happy endings so I'm glad the moon got the owl as a friend. Great job!
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