A young boy had a sister who made him an exquisite robe of skins trimmed with colored porcupine quills. He was very proud of his robe and wore it often.
One day while his two older brothers were out hunting in the forest, the younger brother hid to pout because he was not allowed to go with them. He had brought his bow and arrows and his -skin robe all in preparation to go on the long awaited hunt. But when the Sun rose high in the sky he was tired and laid down to rest, using his robe as a blanket. When the Sun was directly overhead it saw the boy and out of pure spite and mischief it sent down a ray of sunlight which burned spots in the boy's treasured robe. The boy wept bitterly. He shouted at the Sun, "You have treated me cruelly and burned my robe, when I did not deserve it. Why do you punish me like this?" The Sun continued to smile, but said nothing.
The boy then gathered up his bow and arrows, and with him his burnt robe, he returned to his wigwam, where he began to cry. His sister was outside of the wigwam and heard him crying. She came in and said, "Brother, why are you crying?" His reply was quite sorrowful, "Look at me; I am weeping because the Sun burned my -skin robe." That night he cried in his sleep.
When he woke up the next morning he had an idea. He spoke to his sister about it at once. "My sister, give me a thread; I wish to use it."
She handed him a sinew thread, but he said to her, "No, I need a hair thread." She said to him, "Take this." She pointed at the sinew thread, "This is strong." But he still declined stating that was not the kind of a thread he wanted, he wanted a hair thread. She then reached up in her hair and pulled a single hair, this she gave to him. He thanked her and began to pull gently each end of the hair making it longer and longer.
After the strand of hair had grown so long that it could reach quite far he started out to where the Sun's path touched the earth. When he reached the place where the Sun was when it burned his robe, the little boy made a noose and stretched it across the path. When the Sun came to that point the noose caught him around the neck and began to choke him until he lost his breath. As the Sun began to choke it became darker and darker, finally the Sun could bear it no longer and called out to the monidos, "Help me, my brothers, and cut this string before it kills me." The monidos came, but the thread had so cut into the flesh of the Sun's neck they could not sever it. When all of them had given up, the Sun in sheer desperation called to a mouse to try to cut the string that so cruelly bound him. The mouse came up and gnawed on the string. After a while the mouse succeeded in cutting it. The Sun took a deep breath and the darkness disappeared. Then the boy said to the Sun, "For your cruelty to me, I have punished you, you may go now."
The boy then returned to tell his sister, quite satisfied with himself.
©Copyright 1998 Elizabeth
Beckett, Holly Bernitt, and Vishwa Chandra.