Once the world was dry. All the water was in the heavens of the bird-gods. One god, Aquipher, saw us scraping the dirt and thought: they are poor. I will give them the heavens.

He took his spear and pierced the belly of the sky, and we danced in the rain. The heavens emptied. The bird-gods raged.

They roared thunder and struck Aquipher with lightning. His feathers burnt away; his body charred. He hid from the sky beneath the earth, but his lightning-wounds would not heal.

At night, when he leaves his cave, you may hear him screaming.