Emotional Origins
The fox stole an egg of a small bird species, straight from the nest. The animals were very concerned and called him to counsel.
“Why have you done such a thing, fox? That little bird never had a chance to see our beautiful world and sing its heart’s song.”
The fox’s brow grew worried. “I saw the man doing it, thus did I imitate him.” For, man was the image of God on this Earth.
And all at the counsel shivered ice cold in their blood at this hearing. Terror was upon the land and covered the sky. The larger animals grew claws and fangs, to their own horror, and their appetite grew for the flesh of their dear friends, until they couldn’t even remember what it was like to enjoy fruits, or seeds, or herbs.
And the animals all feared each other, and tore at each other’s flesh to drink of the life in there. Some formed alliances, and some of those alliances were bound with a wary eye.
Some, like the deer, had the heart to keep as they were, and grew legs as fast as the Spirit of the Wind that bore them. One day soon, the story will be told of the deer, who combs the earth for food without harm.
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