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Then the little boys went. As they went they came to the home of 

 the White Butterflies. "Where are you going, little boys?" the 

 White Butterflies said to them. "We are going to look for our 

 parents," said the little boys to the Wliite ButterfUes. "Very well," 

 said the White Butterflies, "if you take this white paint, where you 

 are going to look for your parents you may need it." They took the 

 white paint and went. 



As they went, they came to the home of the Black Butterflies. 

 The Black Butterflies said to them: "Where are you going, little 

 boys?" "We are going to look for our parents," said the little boys 

 to the Black Butterflies. "Very well," said the Black Butterflies, 

 "if you take this black paint, where you are going to look for your 

 parents you may need it." The little boys took the black paint and 

 went. 



As they went, they came to the home of the Yellow Butterflies. 

 The Yellow Butterflies said to them: "W'here are you going, little 

 boys?" "We are going to look for our parents," the little boys said 

 to the Yellow Butterflies. "Very well," said the Yellow Butterflies 

 to the boys, "if you take this yellow paint, where you are going to 

 look for your parents you may need it." The little boys took the 

 yellow paint and went. 



As they went, they came to the home of the Blue Butterflies. The 

 Blue Butterflies said to them: "Where are you going, little boys?" 

 "We are going to look for our parents," said the little boys to the 

 Blue Butterflies. "Very well," said the Blue Butterflies, "if you 

 take this blue paint, where you are going to look for your parents 

 you may need it." The httle boys took the blue paint and went. 



As they went, they came to where there was a certain Flying 

 Creature which looked like a crow. "Where are you going, Uttle 

 boys?" the Flying Creature said to them. "We are going to look 

 for our parents," said the httle boys. "Very well," said the Flying 

 Creature, "have you any white, black, and yellow paint?" The 

 httle boys said, "We have." "Good," said the Flying Creature, 

 "if you can paint my feathers I will take you up to where the Sun 

 hves." "Good. We will paint your feathers any way you wish." 

 "Very well," said the Flying Creature, "you can paint my head white 

 and my bill and legs yellow, and here on my breast white, and the 

 tail white, and black at the end. After you paint me as I have told 

 you, I will be ready to fly." "Very well," the httle boys said, "we 

 will paint you any way you wish." They took out their paint and 

 painted the Flying Creature as he had told them. After they 

 finished painting him, he was called by them the Eagle. That is the 



