Okay, I''m trying to remember the mythological origin of a story I remember reading years ago. I''ll summarize what I remember, and you have to try to help me figure out what it was, okay? Here we go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in the past, a guy got mad at wind for some reason and so he decided to kill the big bird that creates wind by flapping its wings on a mountaintop far away. He tells the other members of his tribal unit about his plan, and the wiser ones warn him not to fool around with wind, but he goes anyway. He gets to the mountain after an appropriately arduous journey and starts climbing. The higher he gets, the stronger the wind becomes. It blows the sandals off of his feet, and he climbs barefoot. It blows the clothes off of his body, and he climbs naked. It blows the hair off of his head, and he climbs bald. Finally he reaches the top, kills the bird, and descends. When he gets back to his village he finds that a windless world sucks. Crops are failing for want of rain, sea travel is hampered, etc. etc. So he goes back to the mountain and manages to resurrect or replace or become the bird somehow, and everyone learns a valuable lesson. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That''s all I remember. Anyone recognize it? It''s been driving me crazy for a few weeks now. I''m hoping to use a similar story, but have the climb be a little tougher and have the wind blow away the guy''s weakness and ignorance along the way, so he becomes a shaman of sorts. A bald, naked shaman.

Hmm. Could be. I''m trying to Google it up, but all I''m getting is modern myths about birds being killed by windmills. Crap.

It''s a Micmac legend. (A northeastern native American tribe). I think the full name is "The Bird Whose Wings Made the Wind"