Grandmother Spider had heard this for many years. She herself had ventured to the crack in their world. When curiosity had become too much for her, she climbed through to behold a most wonderful place. The astounding beauty that lay at her feet struck her. She found herself standing atop a magnificent mountain, to each direction she looked even more beauty to behold. Grassy plains for as far as the eye could see. Vast oceans deep and clean. Mile upon mile of tall standing people with many arms with what appeared to be green feathers that fluttered as gentle breezes blew. She saw harsh deserts, though a hard existence, equal in beauty to all the rest. She soaked in the warm of Grandfather Sun. Marveled at the wonder of Father Sky, so blue, dotted with the feathery down of newborn chicks. She spent many hours watching the world before her. As Grandfather Sun slipped off to sleep, she watched as Grandmother Moon danced with the star children in the night sky.
Grandmother Spider knew that �Those Who Lived Below� in the womb of Mother Earth would love this place that she had seen. She knew, however, before she could bring them there, they would have to learn many hard lessons. |
