Long ago, in the time before time, a young boy lived with his mother. The boy did not have a father. The boy desperately wanted to know his father’s identity, but his mother had no answers for him.

“Tsay taaqa, little man,” crooned the boy’s grandmother one morning, “You should go to the Sun and ask him to tell you your father’s identity, for he is sure to know.”

The boy ground a special flour from tortoise shell, coral, seashells, and cornmeal. He hurled this mixture toward the heavens, creating a path that is now known as the Milky Way.

The boy climbed this path all the way to the Sun and asked him “Who is my father?”

Although impressed by the boy’s efforts, the Sun replied, “You have a lot to learn.” And with that, the boy fell down, down, down to the earth below.

Undeterred by the Sun’s reaction, the boy built a box out of cottonwood, placed it on the river, and sealed himself inside. In this way he floated westward, down the river, to find the Sun once more.

Eventually, the box washed ashore at the point where the great river split in two.

“Is someone inside this box?” rasped a voice from outside the box.

“Yes, yes,” cried the boy, “Please let me out!”

The boy heard soft sounds scraping around the sides and over the top of the box. He heard a crack, another crack, and BOOM—the side of the box popped open. Outside lay a rattlesnake looking up at him, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth as she took in his scent.

After hearing his story, the rattlesnake asked to join the boy on his quest. Together, they traveled west toward the Sun until they spotted a meteor streaking toward the sea on its way to the Sun’s house. They stopped the meteor and asked him for a ride, explaining the purpose of their journey. The meteor agreed to take them, and the boy and the rattlesnake climbed onto the meteor.

When they arrived, they met the Sun’s mother, who was none other than the Moon, who was working on a piece of turquoise jewelry. She invited them to sit and wait with her until the Sun returned at the end of the day.

That evening, the Sun returned from his day’s work to find the boy and the rattlesnake patiently waiting for him.

Again, the boy asked the Sun, “Who is my father?”

The Sun took a deep breath and replied, “I think I am your father.”