"Grandfather Crow, why do you chase the Grandmother Moon every night? You are so small to her, she mustn't even notice."
"Child, I may be small, but when she is full and bright, my shadow covers much land. When she shines upon me, I am not small. "
"But Grandfather Crow, if Grandmother Moon hasn't noticed you by now, why do you think she ever will? She does not stop, nor look towards you... "
"Child," the creature smiled patiently at the boy, "ask me again when you are in my shadow."
Many years later, the Great Chief sat alone in front of a fire, warming his bones beneath a sky deep with stars. He turned his eyes upward to see a crow's shadow pass in front of the full moon. The old man grinned, and knew deep in his heart that it must have been a very large shadow... at least three nations wide.
"Grandfather Crow, I see you wrapped in the arms of Grandmother Moon. You are not small at all."
The Great Chief sat, smiling, as he watched the night sky for a very long time.