Momma why are there so many stars?” Beatrix slurped her milk and surveyed the sky.
“Well I can only tell you what was told to me. First Woman gathered her epic wisdom and pressed it into diamonds in her cornmeal pot and was set to lay them out on the night’s velvet. Out of pure cussedness her oldest boy Coyote flung her bowl of stars. Everything scattered and landed uneven into the night,” Momma said. “Now enough foolishness. time for bed, my diamond.”
Beatrix dreamt uneasily her pillow wet with tears for all the stars that had been lost.
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