and lighted on a dry sunflower stalk, right in front of Thunderbird's door.
Thunderbird had been watching the feather for some time. He thought, "That looks like a feather, and yet it looks like an animal." Then he sat up and took a better look at it.
"Probably," he said, "it is only a feather that I knocked out of an owl the other day. The wind has blown it here. I will try a little rain on it and see what it will do."
Then he roared in a loud tone of voice and sent down a heavy shower of rain. The feather did not move while he was doing this.
When Thunderbird ceased, the feather rose in the air and began to send down rain and thunder and most awful lightning.
Thunderbird was amazed to see such a tiny thing as a feather send down rain and thunder and lightning. "How is this?" he questioned. "I thought that I was the only Thunderbird in the world." Then, feeling jealous, he cried louder, winked quicker, and sent down heavier showers.
The feather replied with still fiercer thunder, keener lightning, and swifter rain, right into the very eyes of Thunderbird, and made him blink and dodge.
He was angrier than ever and returned the heaviest charges that he had. Still the feather
