The Sun and the
Moon
Once upon a time the Sun and the Moon were married,
and they had many children who were the stars. The
Sun was very fond of this children, but whenever he
tried to embrace any of them, he was so hot that he
burned them up. This made the Moon so angry that
finally she forbade him to touch them again, and he
was greatly grieved.
One day the Moon went down to the spring to do some
washing, and when she left she told the sun that he
must not touch any of their children in her absence.
When she returned, however, she found that he had
disobeyed her, and several of the children in had
perished.
She was very angry, and picked up a banana tree to
strike him, whereupon he threw sand in her face, and
to this day you can see the dark marks on the face
of the Moon.
Then the Sun started to chase her, and they have
been going ever since. Sometimes he gets so near
that he almost catches her, but she escapes, and bay
and bay she is far ahead again.
The First
Monkey
Many years ago at the foot of a forest-covered hill
was a small town, and just above the town on the
hillside was a little house in which lived an old
woman and her grandson.
The old woman, who was very industrious, earned
their living by removing the seeds from cotton and a
long stick that she used for a spindle. The boy was
lazy and would not do anything to help his
grandmother, but every day went down to the town and
gambled.
One day, when he had been losing money, the boy went
home and was cross because his supper was not ready.
"I am hurrying to get the seeds out of this cotton,"
said the grandmother, "and as soon as I sell it, I
will buy us some food."
At this the boy fell into a rage, and he picked up
some coconut shells and threw them at his
grandmother. Then she became angry and began to whip
him with her spindle, when suddenly he was changed
into an ugly animal, and the cotton became hair
which covered his body, while the stick itself
became his tail.
As soon as the boy found that he had become an ugly
creature he ran down into the town and began
whipping his companions, the gamblers, with his
tail, and immediately they were turned into animals
like himself.
Then the people would no longer have them in the
town, but drove them out. They went to the forest
where they lived in the trees, and ever since they
have been known as monkeys.
The Virtue of the Coconut
One day a man took his blow-gun[1] and his dog and
went to the forest to hunt. As he was making his way
through the thick woods he chanced upon a young
coconut tree growing in the ground.
It was the first tree of this kind that he had ever
seen, and it seemed so peculiar to him that he
stopped to look at it.
When he had gone some distance farther, his
attention was attracted by a noisy bird in a tree,
and he shot it with his blow-gun. By and by he took
aim at a large monkey, which mocked him from another
treetop, and that, too, fell dead at his feet.
Then he heard his dog barking furiously in the
distant bushes, and hastening to it he found it
biting a wild pig. After a hard struggle he killed
the pig, and then, feeling satisfied with his
success, he took the three animals on his back and
returned to the little plant.
"I have decided to take you home with me, little
plant," he said, "for I like you and you may be of
some use to me."
He dug up the plant very carefully and started home,
but he had not gone far when he noticed that the
leaves had begun to wilt, and he did not know what
to do, since he had no water. Finally, in despair,
he cut the throat of the bird and sprinkled the
blood on the coconut. No sooner had he done this
than the plant began to revived, and he continued
his journey.
Before he had gone far, however, the leaves again
began to wilt, and this time he revived it with the
blood of the monkey. Then he hastened on, but a
third time the leaves wilted, and he was compelled
to stop and revived it with the blood of the pig.
This was his last animal, so he made all the haste
possible to reach home before his plant died. The
coconut began to wilt again before he reached his
house, but when he planted it in the ground, it
quickly revived, and grew into a tall tree.
This hunter was the first man to take the liquor
called tuba from the the coconut tree, and he and
his friends began to drink. After they had become
very fond of it, the hunter said to his friends:
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