In a very small Alaskan town where it is only flat land covered with lots of snow there was a brave raven that never went to sleep and lived in a time when there was no light.

He was getting tired of flying into dome houses, rolling over the tops and getting all his feathers torn and crunched all the time. Raven was always dreaming of what it would be like with light. One day Raven was flying low and he ran into the biggest, hardest dome house he ever ran into.

"That's the last time I'm running into a house. My feathers are always getting torn and crunched." So Raven went to the town's only temple and flew right in the enormous, carved, light brown door and to the holy box.

In the holy box was what the town thought was a holy crystal. Then Raven opened the beautiful, blue carved box and inside, Raven found another box just like the first box. He kept opening the blue boxes and finding more.

Finally he came to a very small red carved box and slowly opened it with his beak. Suddenly the temple lit up with light so bright he had to feel his way toward the box with his eyes closed. He wanted light so badly he picked it up very carefully and carried it out of the temple and into the sky. Raven carried it very, very high into the sky until it was too heavy for him to carry. He threw it as far as he could and the crystal stayed in the sky.

The townspeople didn't see the light because they were all asleep. When they woke up the people were surprised to see light. They got together and tried to figure out who it was that brought light to their world. They all said it was Raven because he is the only one who doesn't go to sleep. Finally Raven's feathers were nice. The townspeople passed the story on to other Eskimos and they passed it on and now I pass this story on to you.