Now Osseo grew stronger and more manly day by day, and his bride grew sweeter and lovelier to look upon. After many moons had come and gone there came to Osseo and his wife a little son. As the boy grew he seemed brighter than the starlight, and Osseo and Oweenee loved him dearly; but his grandfather, the Evening Star, loved him best of all.
One day Evening Star said to Osseo, "You must be careful not to let the light beams from the small Star that dwells near by fall upon the cage of singing birds, or upon yourself, or your wife, or your son. The Star is an evil spirit, and the light beams are his enchanted arrows. They change the form of all those upon whom they fall."
So Osseo promised to be careful. But after many moons had passed, he forgot about the light beams of the Star neighbor.
He made a bow and arrows for his little son, who loved to play at shooting. Then one day the boy said, "I want to shoot some living thing. How shall I learn to be a hunter if I have no game to shoot?"
"I will open the silver cage," said Osseo, "and you may shoot at the flying birds."
