or, Sunny Side Up
Once upon this one time, image: it’s pretty dark. No sun in the sky, no moon, not even the stars. The animals bump into one another a lot, as you can imagine, but there aren’t any trees or brush or grasses or vines to bang into or trip over. Just one animal tripping over one of her or his fellows. Or neither in some cases.
Moose, having the advantage of height spots something on the western horizon. It grows less and less dim as it approaches. “That thing. What is it?” The animals turned to the sound of Moose’s voice, and one by one, they saw it, still in the distance but getting closer. Slowly.
That thing grew distinct, and flew over the heads of the animals.
That thing in question is either the Great Gamecock, with a spur that can cut anything, or the black egg which glows with a dim luminescence in his clutches. The slow, thunderous flapping of that Gamecock’s wings blows gusts of foul wind, which kicks up clouds of dust. Raccoon coughs, Rabbit sneezes, Muskrat hiccups.
That Gamecock continues to the east. The animals try to keep up, which they discover is easier when everyone a) is moving in the same direction, b) can see where they’re going.
That Gamecock places that black egg into its nest at the very top of a Great Tree. He roosts.
The animals gather at the base of the Great Tree and confer in hushed voices. Some animals liked the light, other animals really didn’t like that Gamecock so much, especially not the spur that can cut anything. The anials talk back and forth and get loud and ger shushed, because that Gamecock is still roosting just overhead, even if over such a long distance. They manage to get it down to two plans, but can’t decide which, Raccoon’s or Porcupine’s.
That Gamecock stirs, the animals cower. It flaps its great and wretched wings, takes that black egg in its claws and flies off toward the eastern horizon.
The animals know they have to decide soon. While they are busy deciding, Spider, always so impatient, takes the first steps of the long journey up the Great Tree.
When the last of that dim light vanishes over the eastern horizon, the animals get to work.
Squirrel, Tree Frog, Porcupine and other happy climbers get right to climbing up the Great Tree.
Rabbit takes up position in the East.
Bison takes up position in the South.
Orca takes up position in the West.
They blend into their respective background.
Wolf takes up position in the North.
And Raccoon, whose ingenious plan this is, stays at centre, or close enough to it at the base of the tree.
Once again, over the western horizon, the dim light becomes less and less dim and it approaches, until, another small eternity later, that Gamecock roosts with his black egg at the top of the tree.
That Gamecock stirs, grasps the black egg in his talons, and flies to the Eastern horizon, or, tries to.
It’s pretty thin, and you might not have noticed, but trailing from that Gamecock’s talon is a very, very long spider thread.
Back at the nest, Spider weaves an anchor line around the tree itself. With a jolt the line comes to its end.
That Gamecock is pretty furious, as you can imagine, swings that spur that can cut anything, and gets it wedged into the horizon. That Gamecock can’t work the spur free, and becomes infuriated all the more.
Just then, that Gamecock spots Rabbit, and chases Rabbit through the woodlands of the East. That Gamecock swings that spur that can cut anything, cutting the horizon the whole time. That Gamecock is game, and closes in on Rabbit, who is getting pretty tired.
Rabbit disappears. That Gamecock looks desperately for Rabbit, but spots Bison instead, and chases Bison across the Great Plains of the South, cutting the horizon the whole time. That Gamecock is determined, and closes in on Bison, who is getting pretty tired.
Bison disappears. That Gamecock looks frantically for Bison, but spots Orca off the coast there, and chases Orca at the surface of the sea of the West, cutting the horizon the whole time. That Gamecock is relentless, and closes in on Orca, who is getting pretty tired.
Orca disappears. That Gamecock looks frantically for Orca, but spots Wolf on the shore there, adn chases Wolf across the tundra of the North, cutting the horizon the whole time. That Gamecock is unstoppable, and closes in on Wolf, who is getting pretty tired.
Wolf disappears. That Gamecock looks frantically for Wolf, but Spots Raccoon hiding behind the Great Tree, and swoops down at Raccoon, but the horizon has been severed, and the top half becomes the sky, the bottom half becomes the earth. At the same time, the Black Egg has likewise has been cut, as if from within, in a perfect equator. It splits in half. With the momentum of that Gamecock, the Sun hatches out of the Black Egg and takes its place in the sky.
Nobody and least of all Spider is going to untie that Gamecock, so he remains bound there, screaming at the Sun every morning in defiance. Although, without the spur, that Gamecock isn’t nearly as terrifying.
Now that the animals can see, feel warm, don’t worry nearly as much about tripping over, bumping into, stubbing toes on things, things really get interesting. With that Gamecock all tied up, the birds have been returning.
Things look pretty good.