This story is true
Any real smith can tell you
It happened right there
In those mountains

Father Cloud was always roaming
Here and there
There and here
He was never home

Mother Mountain she got mad
Wouldn’t stand for it
“You rain on every woman
And leave me dry!”

Maybe he did!
She got so mad
She blocked his path
And he was stuck with her

They fought a lot
He bellowed and blew
Called her every foul name
It really hurt

Each word left a mark
Under her skin they grew
Green and hot with bile
They pained her all the time

Children know what’s going on
When parents fight
They see it in the earth
Poisoned with grudges

“Stop it you two!”
Red and blue they said it
Mother Mountain and Father Cloud
They had to hear their children

“Why did we fight?”
Father Cloud pretended to forget
“Rain!”
Two can pretend that

So Father Cloud rained
He rained so much on her
Maybe that’s how ptak were born
But probably not

The rain made hot hurts
Boil and smoke
And wash right out
Down the mountainside

Red watched them go
“Good riddance!” they said
Blue saw them come
“We don’t want them!”

But they were there
Nothing could be done
Good thing blue is clever
So they knew what to do

The green grudges burned
Hot in their forges
Strong in their shields
Heavy in their mauls

They remembered the pain
It’s all they know
You have to be careful
They want to cause more

So that’s how it happened
How green grudges formed
Real smiths still use them
This story is true