human
I have thought out a way to punish the Sun. In his high path across the sky he thinks he is safe from a little lad like me, but I'll show him what I can do if you will help me.
gpt
Tell me your plan,
human
I'll set a snare for him and catch him! cried her brother excitedly.
gpt
I want the strongest cord you can find.
human
I've plenty of dried moose-hide; will that be strong enough?
gpt
No, no! That would never hold the Sun,
human
I have dried sinew of deer.
gpt
The Sun is a mighty quarry. I must have something stronger than the sinew of the deer.
human
Then I must search in the deep woods,