I am bored, said Tal-a-pus, and stretched and yawned and farted and grumped. Nothing to do but to watch people cavort in the calm rolling waves beneath me. Morning till night, night till dawn, day after day, year after year. Oh, yawn, yawn, yawn. Tal-a-pus grunted and scratched at his pits.
Then, one day, he had an idea.
Atop the mountain beside the calm sea, he created a fire. And into the fire he plonked plenty of rocks and waited till they glowed fiercely red.
Then he laughed and clapped. What fun to hurl the rocks into the sea, to hear them sizzle, to see the sea thrash. Such fun to turn the placid blue sea – oh yawn, yawn, yawn – into great heaving waves that played catch-me all day.
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Unfortunately, Google features no photos of waves playing catch-me.
An old Nehalem legend, retold; written for What Pegman Saw: Cape Disappointment, Washington State, USA
[see Claire Warner Churchill, Slave Wives of Nehalem, Metropolitan Press, Portland, OR, 1933. P. 32]
The Nehalem were part of the Tillamook tribe who traded along the Oregon Coast.