_Thompson River_
Moon used to be an Indian. He would be as bright as Sun if his
sister Frog did not sit upon him. At one time when Moon had invited
the Stars to his house, it was so crowded there was no room for his
sister Frog to sit down. She jumped on his face and stuck there.
Whenever it threatens to snow or rain, Moon builds a house and
enters it. White men call it a halo. The cirrus clouds are the smoke
of his pipe, and he always holds his pipe in his hand. You can see
it in the moon today, and the basket which he uses as a hat. Moon
seems to change from night to night, sometimes being larger and
sometimes smaller, but that is all because of Frog’s shadow.