Long, long ago, before the sunset and the moon rose the world was calm. The Hopi tribe lived on the sea with the water god Pavati. Pavati could feel and experience the triumphs and tribulations of the Hopi; nevertheless, Pavati felt lonely, for he could not share his stories since he only knew the tribe. Little did he know, high above his village lived a god, Miini-giizis, the moon god. Miini-giizis often watched the world’s tribes for there was no life but his own on the moon.
“I wonder what the world is like below” said Miini-giizis as he kicks a rock. The rock falls down, down, down; till it seems like it will never stop falling until-bam!
“Ow!” said Pavati. Pavati looks around and sees a strange rock on the ground before him. He looks up
“I wonder what the world is like below” said Miini-giizis as he kicks a rock. The rock falls down, down, down; till it seems like it will never stop falling until-bam!
“Ow!” said Pavati. Pavati looks around and sees a strange rock on the ground before him. He looks up