This made sense to Raven, though he noted that he was the one gettingcold and wet and Coyote was the one looking on and grinning. So hesplashed in and let the water soak into his feathers and over his skin."Th-th-this is
he cried as the water sucked the heatfrom his bones."That's the point!" Coyote said, encouragingly. "And don't botherchattering like that, you have no teeth!"Well, Raven eagerly got out of the water and started to fly -- slowly,because the water made him heavy. By the time he neared the Sun, it wasa little after noon, when the Sun was at hottest, and the water wasstarting to warm and dry. He was cooler than he'd been before, though,so, having come so far already, he made his dive at the Sun.He snatched a small piece in his beak, but found that its touch waseven hotter than he'd expected. He quickly shifted it to one claw, andthen the other. He found himself in midair, bouncing it from one partof his body to another -- beak to foot to foot to wing to wing, off hishead, his breast, his tail, just to keep if from getting too hot. Eachtime he batted the piece of Sun, another little piece flew off acrossthe sky, and sparks flew over his feathers.It was a long way down from the Sun, and before he was halfway to theground the water had dried up and half the bit of Sun had been batteredaway. As the real Sun was beginning to set, the sparks were starting tocatch in his glorious feathers. His lengthy plumes charred andshriveled, his breast blackened, his beak scorches as it tried to holdthe dwindling piece of Sun. At last, his feathers were almost burnedaway, and he plummeted like a falling black star deep into the snow ofa mountaintop, where the snow against his burning feathers hissed intoclouds of steam that blotted out the sky.Coyote -- who'd for some reason been waiting on the mountain whereRaven fell -- called down the hole in the snow, "Hey! Nice work! Comeon up and take a look!"The curses Raven swore while climbing up the icy tunnel wriggled awaydown the mountain, to grow into monsters for later stories (Coyotewatched these with amusement). At last Raven cleared the hole and stoodbefore Coyote. "The new look is good on you," Coyote promised. "Colorsare everywhere. Almost nobody can pull off all black."Indeed, Raven was burned completely black from beak to cloaws. He knewthe way these things worked, and knew that when the feathers regrew,they would grow in black and stunted.Just then, the clouds of steam parted, and in seeing the results of hiswork, Raven lost the thought of cursing Coyote with acidic mange. Thenight sky was lit buy a dozen burning moons, which together lit theworld almost as bright as daylight."Well, I'm impressed," Coyote said, so sincerely that Raven gave goododds that it was actually true. "Let's go play!"