Once there was a beautiful bird named Fiero, with wings crimson as the reddest ruby. He was one of the most important animals in the entire forest, and each day he had a special job to do. Fiero was the fire-bird, and every day he would fly as high as he could to wake up the Sun and tell her to start a new day. The Moon would leave, and the Sun would rub her eyes and rise from her dark slumber, but only to the sound of Fiero's call. In the evening, Fiero would repeat the process, and go to the Sun to send her to sleep. Fiero was much esteemed and felt so important and needed because of his job, and because he was the only one in all the forest who could do it, he had control over the passing of day into night. One day, right after he rose, and before Fiero could fly to the Sun to rustle her from her bed, another bird stopped him, splaying her magnificent wings in front of him, blocking his way. "Why are you up so early, Gale?" Fiero asked the wondrous bird, who dwelt on the western side of the forest. "Why are you trying to stop me? If I don't wake her, who will? She won't be able to start the day without my call!" He said confused. The magnificent orange bird, named Gale, stared at him, her eyes yellow and bright. "The Sun stays up in the day too long, Fiero. Many animals, especially ones from the west side where I reside, need the coolness of the Moon and long for the darkness of night to hide them so they can get their food. You wake the Sun too early and send her to bed too late, making the day much longer than the night. The animals of the forest have asked me to intervene for them, and they ask you to let the Moon stay out longer, and send the sun to bed earlier. There must be a balance" She calmly said. Fiero was appalled. "Why would you ask me to do such a thing? So many animals love the warmth of the Sun and need her light to see during the day! Why not wake her up at the usual time? The animals love the Sun! They love the day!" Fiero was utterly confused. Gale continued to look at him gently, and layed her wings at her side. “Why don't we make an agreement? I live on the west side of the forest, and you on the east. How about this: I will fly to the Sun from the west in the evening and tell her when she many rest. My call will alert her so that she may know it is time for her to settle down and go into slumber. Then the Moon can come out and shine down on the forest. You, on the other hand, may fly from the east in the morning hours and tell her when to rise. This way, we can both control the Sun and both sides of the forest will have a say in the passing of day and night." Fiero knew that Gale was a wise bird, and that she was known for her courage and intelligence, so he considered her idea. He paced the forest floor, casting knowing glances at Gale, who quietly perched and waited for his answer. Finally, he made one. "If what you say is true, then I will grant you permission to send the Sun to bed each night in the west, and I will wake her in the east. She will set in the west from now on, and the hours of day and night will be equal so that all animals will be pleased." Gale nodded and the new decision was announced to all of the forest. Everyone agreed. Fiero's decedents from the West still carry out this occupation even today, as do Gale's decedents in the east. Now the daylight hours and the night hours are mostly equal, and all animals of the forest can agree when more daylight is needed, like in harvest, or when more night is needed, like in the winter. And that is why the Sun sets in the west.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Journal #1
Why the Sun Sets in the West
Once there was a beautiful bird named Fiero, with wings crimson as the reddest ruby. He was one of the most important animals in the entire forest, and each day he had a special job to do. Fiero was the fire-bird, and every day he would fly as high as he could to wake up the Sun and tell her to start a new day. The Moon would leave, and the Sun would rub her eyes and rise from her dark slumber, but only to the sound of Fiero's call. In the evening, Fiero would repeat the process, and go to the Sun to send her to sleep. Fiero was much esteemed and felt so important and needed because of his job, and because he was the only one in all the forest who could do it, he had control over the passing of day into night. One day, right after he rose, and before Fiero could fly to the Sun to rustle her from her bed, another bird stopped him, splaying her magnificent wings in front of him, blocking his way. "Why are you up so early, Gale?" Fiero asked the wondrous bird, who dwelt on the western side of the forest. "Why are you trying to stop me? If I don't wake her, who will? She won't be able to start the day without my call!" He said confused. The magnificent orange bird, named Gale, stared at him, her eyes yellow and bright. "The Sun stays up in the day too long, Fiero. Many animals, especially ones from the west side where I reside, need the coolness of the Moon and long for the darkness of night to hide them so they can get their food. You wake the Sun too early and send her to bed too late, making the day much longer than the night. The animals of the forest have asked me to intervene for them, and they ask you to let the Moon stay out longer, and send the sun to bed earlier. There must be a balance" She calmly said. Fiero was appalled. "Why would you ask me to do such a thing? So many animals love the warmth of the Sun and need her light to see during the day! Why not wake her up at the usual time? The animals love the Sun! They love the day!" Fiero was utterly confused. Gale continued to look at him gently, and layed her wings at her side. “Why don't we make an agreement? I live on the west side of the forest, and you on the east. How about this: I will fly to the Sun from the west in the evening and tell her when she many rest. My call will alert her so that she may know it is time for her to settle down and go into slumber. Then the Moon can come out and shine down on the forest. You, on the other hand, may fly from the east in the morning hours and tell her when to rise. This way, we can both control the Sun and both sides of the forest will have a say in the passing of day and night." Fiero knew that Gale was a wise bird, and that she was known for her courage and intelligence, so he considered her idea. He paced the forest floor, casting knowing glances at Gale, who quietly perched and waited for his answer. Finally, he made one. "If what you say is true, then I will grant you permission to send the Sun to bed each night in the west, and I will wake her in the east. She will set in the west from now on, and the hours of day and night will be equal so that all animals will be pleased." Gale nodded and the new decision was announced to all of the forest. Everyone agreed. Fiero's decedents from the West still carry out this occupation even today, as do Gale's decedents in the east. Now the daylight hours and the night hours are mostly equal, and all animals of the forest can agree when more daylight is needed, like in harvest, or when more night is needed, like in the winter. And that is why the Sun sets in the west.
Once there was a beautiful bird named Fiero, with wings crimson as the reddest ruby. He was one of the most important animals in the entire forest, and each day he had a special job to do. Fiero was the fire-bird, and every day he would fly as high as he could to wake up the Sun and tell her to start a new day. The Moon would leave, and the Sun would rub her eyes and rise from her dark slumber, but only to the sound of Fiero's call. In the evening, Fiero would repeat the process, and go to the Sun to send her to sleep. Fiero was much esteemed and felt so important and needed because of his job, and because he was the only one in all the forest who could do it, he had control over the passing of day into night. One day, right after he rose, and before Fiero could fly to the Sun to rustle her from her bed, another bird stopped him, splaying her magnificent wings in front of him, blocking his way. "Why are you up so early, Gale?" Fiero asked the wondrous bird, who dwelt on the western side of the forest. "Why are you trying to stop me? If I don't wake her, who will? She won't be able to start the day without my call!" He said confused. The magnificent orange bird, named Gale, stared at him, her eyes yellow and bright. "The Sun stays up in the day too long, Fiero. Many animals, especially ones from the west side where I reside, need the coolness of the Moon and long for the darkness of night to hide them so they can get their food. You wake the Sun too early and send her to bed too late, making the day much longer than the night. The animals of the forest have asked me to intervene for them, and they ask you to let the Moon stay out longer, and send the sun to bed earlier. There must be a balance" She calmly said. Fiero was appalled. "Why would you ask me to do such a thing? So many animals love the warmth of the Sun and need her light to see during the day! Why not wake her up at the usual time? The animals love the Sun! They love the day!" Fiero was utterly confused. Gale continued to look at him gently, and layed her wings at her side. “Why don't we make an agreement? I live on the west side of the forest, and you on the east. How about this: I will fly to the Sun from the west in the evening and tell her when she many rest. My call will alert her so that she may know it is time for her to settle down and go into slumber. Then the Moon can come out and shine down on the forest. You, on the other hand, may fly from the east in the morning hours and tell her when to rise. This way, we can both control the Sun and both sides of the forest will have a say in the passing of day and night." Fiero knew that Gale was a wise bird, and that she was known for her courage and intelligence, so he considered her idea. He paced the forest floor, casting knowing glances at Gale, who quietly perched and waited for his answer. Finally, he made one. "If what you say is true, then I will grant you permission to send the Sun to bed each night in the west, and I will wake her in the east. She will set in the west from now on, and the hours of day and night will be equal so that all animals will be pleased." Gale nodded and the new decision was announced to all of the forest. Everyone agreed. Fiero's decedents from the West still carry out this occupation even today, as do Gale's decedents in the east. Now the daylight hours and the night hours are mostly equal, and all animals of the forest can agree when more daylight is needed, like in harvest, or when more night is needed, like in the winter. And that is why the Sun sets in the west.
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