A Myth
We had to write Native American myths in my literature class. Here is mine (I got a 98% on it).
In the beginning, the people lived with the Great Ocean to the west and the Gulf to the south. Their land was rich and fertile, with large forests. Huge beasts roamed the land. Each was unique, and contained enough meat to feed a family for many days. Every part of the animal was used—from the internal organs to the claws! Absolutely nothing was wasted.
One day, a young man of the tribe spoke:
“We have far more animals than we could possibly eat, yet it is exciting to hunt and kill them. I say we should kill them simply for the excitement!”
The people obeyed, quickly discovering the joy of killing. Within a few weeks, many of the animals were dead. Others ran away and were afraid to come back. Then the Great Creator appeared to the people. He said:
“Look at what you have done. When I created you, I commanded you to treat nature with respect, but you have been misled by one of your brothers. The land on which you live and its plants and animals are now cursed, along with the animals you have been killing. You must find another place to live.”
Bolts of lightning came down from the sky, striking all the animals, which disappeared. The forest around them then disappeared in a brilliant white flash, leaving dirt and rocks. Then the Great Creator spoke again:
“This place is now free of animals and plants. You will move to the northeast, where you will find enough animals to survive, but none that are bigger than the tallest member of your tribe. I have also put anger into the hearts of some of the animals, which will try to attack you. I hope you have learned from your mistake, for if you repeat your actions, your entire race will be destroyed.”
The Great Creator vanished. To this day, the giant, meaty animals have never been seen again, and the desert remains.