The Holy Ones looked up. They looked to the east. The west. The north. The south. They saw no one. Who was offering help? “I’m down here,” Caterpillar called. “Oh, there you are,” the Holy Ones said, looking down at Caterpillar. “Well, can you get the flint for us?” they asked. “I’d be delighted,” Caterpillar replied, and started slowly inching his way to the Mountain of Sacred Flint. The Holy Ones watched as Caterpillar made his way slowly, oh so very slowly, to the Mountain. “This will take forever,” sighed the Holy Ones. “Caterpillar is being so obliging. Why don’t we help him along a bit?” suggested Sun God. So the Holy Ones prayed over him and turned Caterpillar into a butterfly. Caterpillar was thrilled with his newfound state of being, and swiftly flew to the Mountain of Flint. He found five sets of four flints each, and flew them back to the Holy Ones. As Sun God carefully placed the flint in each of the horses’ hooves, the horses began to prance and dance and neigh and gallop and roll about in the glimmering
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