At the dawn of time, the first man and the first woman set up their home together by the side of great broad river. They had everything they need for a blissful life: fruit, and berries, meat and fish, plenty of wood and fresh water,and,of course,each other. They lived as happily as any mama's woman have ever live together until they began to quarrel.
First it was the small things, like "Why didn't you cook this?" and "Why didn't you tidy that?" But then the insults,and a few wooden plates and bowls, began to fly.
The first woman was so upset that she decided to leave the first man. AT the break of day, while he was still asleep, she set off down valley, heading towards the rising sun. She walked and walked, always looking straight ahead of her, and not once turning back.
When the first man woke up and saw that the was gone, he waited for her to come back. She did not come back. He found her tracks along the valley, but she had a long head-start on him, and she did not stop or look round.
The sun was now high in the great blue sky. It looked dawn upon the first man, as he followed after the first woman, and it saw that there was sadness on the face of an otherwise pristine and perfect world.
And the sun asked the man if he was still angry with his wife.
He said that he was not angry with her.
The sun asked if he would like to have her back.
He said that he would like to have her back.
And the sun took pity on the first man, and decided to help him. His gentle rays touched the ground along the woman's path, and a huckleberry bush sprang up. Its fruit was shiny and enticing, but as she passed her eyes remained fixed on the distance, and she did not see the berries.
And so the sun shone again on the ground up ahead of the woman. And he caused a clump of blackberries to grown up beside her path. She refused to even glance at them.
And then the sun though that he must create something entirely new: something so vivid, fragrant, and delicious, that even the first woman would not fail to take notice of them in her resolute and unhappy mood.
And so he blessed the ground again with his rays, and the first patch of strawberries spread over the ground.