|In the beginning of time, they skies were filled with flying Kame. Too heavy for their wings, they sometimes crashed through the trees and frightened other animals.
All the flying grey Kame migrated to the source of the Ganges. They agreed to renounce their wings and settle on the earth. When they molted, millions of wings fell to the earth, the snow covered them, and the Himalayas were born.
The blue Kame landed in the sea and their wings became fins. They are whales, the trunkless Kame of the rivers.
The chameleon Kame kept their wings but agreed never again to land on the earth. When they go to sleep, the Kame always lie down in the same place in the sky and dream with one eye open.
The stars you see at night are the unblinking eyes of sleeping Kame, who sleep with one eye open to best keep watch over us.