Once there was a hill, it was high and tall, and touched the lightning and thunder in the storms, and it was green and growing and the goats grazed there. On the top of this hill was a great rock, and at eh bottom was a village.
On season, a great storm struck the hill, and broke the rock asunder, in to many parts, leaving nothing but dust.
And the villagers turn up to the rock and asked each other, “where is the rock now?’
The man who grazed his goats on the hill said “it I must be in the grass, because the grass held it up, and this is where the stone is now”
The woman who taught the children of the storms said “it is with the wind, for the wind destroyed it”
The old man said “it is in the sky for the sky makes the wind”
And a young girl said “it is in the earth because the grass grows in the earth”
And the man who grazed his goats said “it is in the sky for the water grows the grass”
And the woman who taught the children of the storms said “it is in the earth, for the earth guides the wind
and then the old man said “It is in the stone, for the stone is in the center”