Promise of Shaconage, Act 90: No fire for the creatures...
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Timpoochee continued to tend the softly growing fire as Rising Fawn continued her story as sacrament.
He noticed how the flames reached toward her despite the slight breeze blowing in the opposite direction. “Of course,” he thought to himself. “All creatures are drawn to her.” “Once Wahulu returned it was decided Uguku, the hooting owl, and Tskili, the horned owl, would try and off they flew,” Rising Fawn said. “But by the time they landed at the hollow tree the fire was so great the smoke nearly blinded them and ashes poured upward on the fire’s wind burning white rings around their eyes. “The stumbled back home, rubbing their eyes and without any fire. The white rings persist to this day. “After that, none of the birds would venture forth but Uksuhi, the little racer snake, said he would go and swam feverishly across the water to the island where he was able to crawl through the grass and find a tiny at the base of the hollow tree. “The heat and smoke were thick and the fire burned his body black but he managed to slither back out the same hole and ever since has moved as though darting and doubling back on himself as if trying to escape from the fire. “Gulegi, the great blacksnake, the climber, decided next to go and retrieve the fire. “He swam across the water to the island and climbed the burning tree but the smoke blinded him and he fell into the tree and into the fire and to this day his body is as black as that of Uksuhi. “And still there was no fire for the creatures,” Rising Fawn said, sadly.