a very small Alaskan town where it is only flat land covered with lots
of snow there was a brave raven that never went to sleep and lived in a
time when there was no light.
He was getting tired of flying into dome houses, rolling over the
tops and getting all his feathers torn and crunched all the time. Raven
was always dreaming of what it would be like with light. One day Raven
was flying low and he ran into the biggest, hardest dome house he ever
"That's the last time I'm running into a house. My feathers are
always getting torn and crunched." So Raven went to the town's only
temple and flew right in the enormous, carved, light brown door and to
the holy box.
In the holy box was what the town thought was a holy crystal. Then
Raven opened the beautiful, blue carved box and inside, Raven found
another box just like the first box. He kept opening the blue boxes and
Finally he came to a very small red carved box and slowly opened it
with his beak. Suddenly the temple lit up with light so bright he had
to feel his way toward the box with his eyes closed. He wanted light so
badly he picked it up very carefully and carried it out of the temple
and into the sky. Raven carried it very, very high into the sky until
it was too heavy for him to carry. He threw it as far as he could and
the crystal stayed in the sky.
The townspeople didn't see the light because they were all asleep.
When they woke up the people were surprised to see light. They got
together and tried to figure out who it was that brought light to their
world. They all said it was Raven because he is the only one who
doesn't go to sleep. Finally Raven's feathers were nice. The
townspeople passed the story on to other Eskimos and they passed it on
and now I pass this story on to you.