In the Early Days, before humans forgot their natural ability to speak with the animals, a young girl entered Bull’s field and settled herself on the lush grass for an afternoon of cloud spotting. The Sky was a brilliant azure, and the few clouds present were delicate brushes of white; wispy trails across the infinite canvas of the heavens.
Out aloud the girl exclaimed, “This is the most beautiful sky I have ever seen!” A dismissive snort was uttered by Bull. “Beautiful? What’s so beautiful about that plain sky?” Chided, the girl quietly returned to her cloud spotting and Bull returned to his grazing.
As they moved across the Sky, the clouds began to multiply. They grew darker and heavier, and soon the cool, wet Rain began to fall. “Girl!” Bull gruffly called, “Come and shelter beneath me until the Rain passes.” She dashed to the Bull, and slid on her belly to hide beneath Bull’s torso. Joyfully, the girl watched the fat