At last the excitement had died down. The news that
Crawfish had brought back to the Council from the new lands below was
important. Birds, he explained, could live on the new lands; animals
could find their food for their survival. The mighty Eagle walked to
the center of the fire and began to speak: "We are all filled with joy
in our hearts to find that we cannot only send fish, but also birds
Now we must prepare the lands for the coming of the
new creatures, for they cannot live on the lands as they are now. I
have an idea. I will ask permission from the Great Council to help
create better land below." "Yes, yes," the Council cried, "It is our
wish that the lands be a good place to live." The Eagle walked to the
Crawfish and took the wet soil from between his claws. Round and round
he rolled the soil between his powerful legs.
Then, with a mighty flapping of his huge wings, he
soared high above the Council. "What is he doing with the earth in his
legs?" Does he intend to steal it?" they cried. Then, with a mighty
swish, he hurled the red ball of soil earthward. The soil traveled so
fast that it looked like a shooting star falling from the sky. A
mighty roar sounded when the ball hit the oceans, making a large wave
that parted the water.
The red soil spread out and flattened so much that
the earth was made in one move. At first, the lands were very wet, so
the Eagle flew over them and dried them with his mighty wings. Soon
the lands were dry enough to let the animal migration begin.