The Wolf, the Fish and the Raven

Once long ago, before I was even born, a mountain stood tall. There is a legend about what lives on that mountain. There are trees, caves, and a big open sky, but there is something else on that mountain. Something powerful, something more powerful than us ourselves.

There are three spirits. One is a fish, for it can usually get away from an enemy in water. The raven, for its hiding in shadow and flying in the thin air. The wolf, for its strength and running fast.

And old man told me this legend and said he had seen the spirits himself when he was a little boy, about eight years old. He had seen the spirits of a raven, a wolf and a fish at the top of the mountain. They had danced and twirled all night long. When he got home he got a piece of wood and whittled it for may years. Then finally it was a helmet with a raven, a wolf and a fish combined. The fish at the bottom, a wolf head sticking out from the back and finally a raven sitting at the top of the fish. That's our story, me and the old man.