It was in the days that Gods walked among mortals that the evil God Tekori the Destroyer escaped his prison deep inside mount Ahnh and brought death and destruction to the people of Na-Ot.
The Gods took pity on the people of Na-Ot, and in their wisdom sent the Mighty Krimkropog, God of many forms, to battle Tekori. They met on the shores of Ja-Uih, and for days the water boiled and the sky glowed purple as Krimkropog and Tekori fought.
For Tekori was a sly and treacherous God, and skilled at fighting. But Krimkropog, God of many forms, was no fool, like Fjit, God of forgotten moments, nor was he naive, like Derxi, God of spring and blossoms. Krimkropog used his many forms to fight the evil Tekori, each form more than a match for the Destroyers tricks.
Finally, after five days and five nights of battle Krimkropog was victorious. The sea ran red with the destroyers blood. But it had cost Krimkropog almost everything to defeat the evildoer. Down to the last of his many forms the Mighty Krimkropog scurried homeward to find rest and to recover from the fight.
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Grandpa Crooked Stick was an early riser. As soon as he walked outside to check his garden his rooster knew it was time to greet the day with a morning call.
Grandpa's morning walk always started with checking the chicken coop to see if no foxes had tried to steal a hen during the night. Then he made his way through his garden to check how his plants were coming along.
He always saved his dahlias and prize-winning tomatoes for last, waiting until the sky had lightened enough to see his most precious plants in all their glory.
None of the other villagers managed to get such a pretty bloom out of their dahlias or such plump and perfect tomatoes. Many had asked what his secret was, but Grandpa Crooked Stick just smiled and gave the person who asked a friendly pat on the back.
That paricular morning Grandpa lingered after his rounds.The annual harvest festival was coming up and he wanted to be sure that his dahlias and tomatoes were coming along as they should. Nothing worse than an unexpected disaster, like mold or beetles, mere days before the competition. His prize-winning tomatoes wouldn't lose because he hadn't been paying attention and let vermin get to them.
As he was straightening a few plants he saw a mouse running through his garden. No way was a mouse ruining his chances at the festival. Grandpa Crooked Stick lifted the walking cane that earned him his nickname and dealt with the pest decisively.
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And thus the Mighty Krimkropog, God of many forms, was slain by a being mightier than him, and all the Gods shuddered in fear.
If someone could best Krimkropog, no God was safe from destruction.
Many days and nights the Gods debated what could be done about this new threat. Finally it was decided to send an envoy to bring gifts of magic and wonder, and to ask Krimkropog's destroyer to join the Gods and take Krimkropog's place among them. For what better way than to escape destruction by this mighty being than befriending him and giving him the honor he clearly deserved.
When this new God agreed and brought with him beauty and fruits there was much rejoicing, and once again there was peace.
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And that is the story of how Grandpa Crooked Stick became the God of dahlias and prize-winning tomatoes.
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