A very long time ago in the jungles the rain forests of Brazil a young Hunter was out looking for food. He wandered further and further into the thick brush, lost. Before evening and the darkness came, the Hunter looked for a place to hide; he was in grave danger from the cold. When deep in the trees the hunter observes a sparkling light, which he had never seen before. Walking to the sparkling light, he entered a camp of Monkeys, who sat around sparkling, flashing colors of which the hunter had never seen.
The Monkeys sat around the light and held sticks were yams, which hung just about the reaching flicker. The Hunter smelled the sweetness and felt the heat, the warmth from the dancing light.
One Monkey stood and greeted the young Hunter, "Come join us by our FIRE, you must be hungry and very cold."
The other Monkeys greeted him with a smile and waved their hands to motioned him to sit by the FIRE.
Finally taking his eyes from the dancing lights, he said, "Thank you, I'm very cold. I saw the sparkling. The smell of yams cooking and the dance of the light is dazzling."
The Monkeys offered the hunter a yam to eat. As he pulled it from the stick, he noticed how hot it felt on his fingers. As he tasted roasted the yam, he noted how delicious the yam taste.
The taste burst into his mouth, and he chewed it very smoothly. He was stunned, surprised, and entranced by FIRE's power. The warning of the God Kaang forgotten with the possibilities of FIRE.
"From where does the dancing lights come, the sun?"
"FIRE is in the trees, they are the Holders, and they give us FIRE."
The Hunter could ask no more. He sat in front of the dancing flames that flickered, popped, and crackled reaching into the sky. After a while, his eyes tired and he fell asleep. In the morning, the Monkey led him out of the thick jungle with a basket of cooked yams wrapped in big leaves from the trees.
He walked back to hunters' camp. He shared the roasted yams with everyone. They could not believe the taste and how easy the yam was to cut and chew.
The whole day the young Hunter thought about FIRE. He saw it flicker, reach, dance, and glow in reds and orange and sometimes blues and green. He longed for the roasted yams and the warmth on his skin. FIRE had magic he desired. He wanted to show the whole camp FIRE, how to feed FIRE, and how to cook their fish, yams, and squash.
So that afternoon he found his way back to the Monkeys through the thick jungle trees. The Monkeys greeted him with the most kindness and respect. The one who spoke to him the night before said, "We are happy to see you. How may we help you?"
"FIRE with the dancing light is enchanting, it's warm, and the roasted yams were delicious. Can I watch how you feed FIRE and how you cook on the yams."
Not being as tired this time, the Hunter carefully watch dried wood gather from the trees and sat in the center of the camp. The Monkeys laid the wood in a pile. He observed push long green branches carved with sharp points into the yams. The Monkeys held the sticks in their hands over FIRE, who reached for the yams.
The Monkey who has greeted him said, "FIRE with has a furious appetite we must keep it away for the yams just close enough to the heat to roast. FIRE eats everything."
Eating the roasted yams, squash, and insects the Monkey had dug up or caught, the Hunter watched FIRE reaching, popping, and crackle. He watched the Monkeys fed FIRE dried learves wood. Just before night touched the edge of the trees, the Hunter thanked the Monkeys and walked home with a basket of roasted vegetables.
The Hunter desired FIRE for his camp. He knew everything about FIRE only not how to start it. He figured the monkeys did not tell him because they wanted to keep the secret from the humans.Stealing FIRE was the only way he thought he could have what the Monkeys had, FIRE's power. For the third time, he went back to the Monkeys' camp again greeted with kindness as the first time he visited.
The Monkey who greeted him before asked, "Why do you wear the birch bark?"
The devious Hunter said, "The warmth is hot, and I use this bark as protection. May I sit and watch the magic of FIRE?"
The Monkey said, "Wood feeds FIRE, be careful not to let a spark land on the birch."
The devious Hunter sat as close as he could and waited for a spark to land on his birch armor. When the spark started a small glow, the Hunter stood up and ran. The Monkeys knew that his skin would burn and ran after him yelling, "Hunter, FIRE will eat you. Take off the birch bark."
The devious Hunter was not to give in. As he ran to his camp, the other hunters heard the warning from the monkeys as loud chatter and rushed out with sticks to beat the Monkeys. Disappointed, the Monkeys ran back into the deep thicket trees.
Ripping the burning Birch from his body, he tossed the stolen FIRE into a huge pile of wood gathered by the other hunters.
The Hunter knew the FIRE he stole would start another FIRE if always fed wood. He never asked so did not learn that rubbing two wooden sticks together caused the wooden Holders of FIRE to release flames.
From that time the Monkeys never spoke or shared anything with the humans, least of ever becoming friends, preferably they chatter insult and run for shelter.
Therefore, god Kaang's warning not heeded separated the harmony between the human and the Monkeys. The worst was about to fall on devious Hunter, who thought he deserved to have FIRE's powers.
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