"I do not know, Kuru. He is very strange. Beautiful things make him sad. I know when he is sad, because then he really drinks and goes away to sleep it off somewhere."
"What do you mean—beautiful things?"
"Well, it is when we are happiest in the mornings when the suns are still too low in the sky to drink the dew from the leaves and grasses, when we bathe in the river and laugh and play. Or when many of us sit around the great fires at night and listen to the old ones' stories. He watches us then, and he drinks, and after a while he goes away. He is very sad."
"Soon they will all be gone. I saw them bringing many things to the sky cave...."
"I will be sad to see them go."
"You will be sad to see the crazy big one go."
"Yes. There is something in his eyes—a kindness that is for all of us—and there is even something in his eyes for me."
"You believe in the things you wish for. But that does not make them true."
"Kuru. Where do you think they go?"
"Now that is a question for a woman to ask! Is it not obvious? They go into the sky, whence they came...."