Now the girl had made some clay images and so she brought one of those to the fire spirit as a gift (not comprehending that the gift was supposed to be more firewood). Anyway, from that gift they would learn about making pottery.
It seemed everytime they would bring the fire a gift they would learn something new and useful. The fire is a great teacher Otundie would remark.
And once when a large mountain cat appear at the entrance of the cave Otundie scared it off with a burnig branch, and so the campfire had become many things to those who were present. A comforter, a teacher, a protector, and a light by which to see the way when darkness falls.
And the act of bringing a gift to the fire spirit is something that would be continued by newer religions for ages to come.
The brunt offerings, the peace pipe, incense and candles, and even the lights at a rave party, all of that is linked back to those moments when Otundie and his small groups gathered around the first campfire, to meditate, or to sit in a circle around the fire and tell stories, stories like the one you are reading at this moment.
........... to be continued..................
