Join us at the campfire for tales from around the world, told by storytellers of all backgrounds and creeds. From the heros and heroines of old, let us relearn and rediscover the wisdom of our ancestors. Shhh..the story begins..

In the beginning, there was nothing but darkness and within that darkness everybody kept bumping into each other. "What we need in this world," they all agreed, "is light!" It was decided to convene a meeting and discuss the possibilities.

The red-headed woodpecker made a suggestion. "Those on the other side of the world have light so perhaps, if we go over there, they will give us some."

After much argument, Possum said, "I'll go and get light. I have a bushy tail and can hide the light inside my fur." So Possum traveled east, screwing up his eyes against the brightness. When he arrived on the other side of the world, he found the Sun. Grabbing a piece of it, he hid it in his fur. But the Sun was very hot. It burned all the fur from his tail and, by the time he arrived home, he found to his horror that he had lost the light.

Next, Buzzard went on the quest. Upon reaching the Sun, he swooped down out of the sky and snatched a piece of it in his claws. Setting it on his head, Buzzard started for home, but the Sun burned off all his head feathers and, in the process, Buzzard also lost the light. He returned home bald. Buzzard...and everyone else for that matter...fell into despair.

Suddenly, a tiny voice could be heard from the grass. "You have done the best a man can do, but maybe a woman can do better."

"Who is speaking?" the animals demanded to know.

"Me," came the small reply. "I am Grandmother Spider and perhaps I was put in the world to bring you light."

Spider rolled some clay into a bowl and started toward the Sun, leaving a trail of thread behind her. When she got close to the Sun, she was so little that she wasn't even noticed. She reached out and gently took a piece of the Sun. Placing it in her bowl and following the thread she had spun behind her, Spider returned from east to west. As she traveled, the rays of the Sun grew and spread before her until they reached all the way across the world.

To this day, spiders' webs are shaped like the sun and its rays...and spiders always spin them in the morning, as if to remind people of their tiny divine ancestor.