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Legend of the shrewd fox (Toba legend)
My dream was truly sweet
And when a long time had passed from this event, there appeared those men that in the years before had taken the shape of birds and who had been in the mountains for a while. Each morning they descended and during the day they fished and in the evening they returned to their homes; and so they went and came to fish. In this moment the shrewd fox arrived. He was cunning, but he had his bad habits. This man met the fishermen one day and went to them and said in a mocking tone:
-Hello friends. Are you going fishing my friends? I will come fishing with you.
And the men said:
-Yes, of course you can.
Then he moved closer and when he was among them he asked:
-Where you from my friends?
And they said:
-We come from the sky. And tonight we will go back to the sky.
So shrewd fox said:
-Well friends, I will come with you.
- How can you come with us if you don’t have wings.
-You must give me feathers. I will worry about making them.
-We will see later tonight before we return.
But Shrewd Fox continued to ask them for their feathers until they got tired of listening to him and each one took one of their feathers and gave them to him and he took them and put them on, making wings and he started testing them and said:
-Now I can come with you.
And while those men continued to fish the fox wouldn’t stop jumping to test his wings until he could fly and did a spin over them and looked at them from above yelling and he became prouder and prouder, going higher and higher. Then he landed very violently and said:
- Now I am like you. I now have my wings.
And in the evening, after they had been fishing for long enough, the men whistled to each other and flapped their wings quickly to start flying. And the shrewd fox was the first to fly ahead of them. And when they were far from land, chief Tuyango who had pretty red feathers, took one from his wings and threw it to the ground yelling:
- There goes a feather from my wings! (Because that is a custom for birds)
And all the others did the same, taking feathers and throwing them. And shrewd fox yelled and pulled out some feathers but he pulled out the ones that made him fly and fell and when he reached the ground he smashed to pieces. Then there was a huge storm that passed over his body and he signed deeply saying:
- My dream was truly sweet, then he revived.
(19/10/2005)
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