The Crow-Magnon is a traveler, a messenger, and at times, a bit of a trickster. Through the window he flew to his lover, the Moon, carrying gifts of his devotion. His gifts were rare things indeed, the Bones of Contention, the Eye of the Needle, the Last Mile, the Masque of Noh Regrets, and the Lost Thread of Thought. She was pleased with these gifts and all was well.
Now you would say this is not much of a tale. Where is the conflict, the angst, the loss and recovery that make for compelling narratives ? I suppose they flew out the window.
When the Moon became pregnant with her daughters, The Tides, Crow-Magnon became worried. How was he going to support a family, especially girls? Rare gifts were easy compared to the cost of dental care and dance lessons. At least the Moon had enough Beams and Shadows to keep their daughters in fine dresses for the rest of their existence. So Crow-Magnon did what he had to do. He fled back down through the window to find a pebble.
I can see that smile on your face. At last we have a hero on a quest for a magic object who will face many obstacles in his way. Well this is going to be quite the tale now. And you would be quite right. Crow-Magnon swam across the sky , past trees, clouds, and lanterns till he came to the Beach who was washing the Sea’s feet with pebbles.
” Mind if I take a pebble ?”, inquiring, as he planned how to snatch one when he was refused.
“Take as many as you like. I have thousands more where these came from.'”
So Crow-Magnon quickly picked the closest one to him. It was between the Toes of the Sea. The Sea sighed because, to tell the truth, her Toes were getting a bit irritated and were starting to complain loudly. This was causing Waves of Discord to run towards the receding Horizon. The Horizon was timid enough and ran away from everyone, so the Waves were aggravating an already bad situation. Would-Be Travelers were changing their itineraries. They could not afford the time and expense of a journey to some Lost Horizon. So Crow-Magnon’s actions, like the flapping of a butterfly’s wings, had quite the calming effect on the whole situation . As a consequence, Crow-Magnon was considered quite the hero by Travel Agents and their clients worldwide.
As to the smooth little pebble, he put it in his pocket and went looking for a wire to sit on. He had acquired this skill when he was at the circus hiding from disgruntled mountain ( don’t play bridge with mountains unless you’re willing to deal with the occasional rock slide). He sat there considering what to do next.
He was about to go looking for a pine cone when the Moon, now totally full, drew his attention. He quickly flew through the window back to the arms of his loving family. The Moon thought the pebble, which had no special properties what-so-ever, made a lovely earring. The Tides had perfect teeth and were naturally graceful. And as for the Sea, she and the Tides formed a Rhythmic gymnastic troop and toured worldwide.
As you can now tell, this was indeed quite the tale and as I said you were quite right. Well, except for the obstacles and the magic object, he never did get the pine cone. As to the veracity of this narrative, Crow-Magnon told it to me himself. So how should I know? I told you he was a bit of a trickster.