Once upon a time, the Rabbit dwelt in a lodge and lived with his Grandmother. It was the Rabbit’s custom to go hunting very early in the morning. No matter how early he went, a person with very long feet had already been there, leaving a trail. The Rabbit wished to know who it was.

“Now,” thought the Rabbit, “I will go ahead of this person.” The next morning, the Rabbit woke up very early and went to the place to try and see this person. Again, it happened that the person had already been there, leaving a trail. The Rabbit went home and said, “Grandmother, even if I go early, the person is there before me every time.”

“Grandmother, I will make a snare, and I will catch him.”

“Why should you do that?” she asked.

“That person makes me angry,” he said. Once again, the footprints were there before he arrived. So, he rested and waited for night to come. Then, he made a noose from a bowstring, placing it where the footprints had been seen.

The next morning, he arrived very early to check his trap. His trap had worked; he had caught the Sun. Surprised at his catch, he ran home as fast as he could to tell his Grandmother.

“Grandmother,” Rabbit said, “I have caught something, but it scares me. Grandmother, I wanted to take my bowstring, but I was scared every time.” He got close to it with his knife, but was still scared.

“You have done wrong. Why have you done this?” she asked.

The Sun said, “Come here and untie me.” The Rabbit, although he went close, was afraid and kept passing by the Sun, from one side to the other. Finally, rushing forward with his head bent down and his arm stretched out, he cut the bowstring with his knife.

The Sun was then free and traveled high in the sky. While setting the Sun free, the Rabbit had the hair between his shoulders scorched yellow because it was so hot when he bent over to cut the bowstring.

Upon arriving home, Rabbit said, “Oh Grandmother, I am burnt and the heat has left nothing of me.”

“Oh my grandchild,” she said, “I think that the heat has left to me, nothing of him.”

From that time on, the Rabbit has a singed spot on his back, between his shoulders.

The end.