Now while she was working a son of Cal-chal, the Sun, came by and stopped
to
watch her mold the form. Against the inside of the jar she pressed a
stone,
while on the outside with a wooden paddle dripping with water she pounded
and
slapped until she had worked down the bulges and formed a smooth
surface.
The boy was greatly interested in seeing the jar grow larger, more
beautiful,
and smoother with each stroke, and he stood still for some time. Suddenly
the
Moon looked up and saw him watching her. Instantly she struck him with
her
paddle, cutting off his head.
Now the Sun was not near, but he knew as soon as the Moon had cut off his
son's
head. And hurrying to the spot, he put the boy's head back on, and he was
alive
again.
Then the Sun said to the Moon, "You cut off my son's head, and because you
did
this, ever after on the earth people will cut off each other's heads."
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