Saturday, January 20, 1996 The Daily Herald i Adapted by Amy Friedman Universal Press Syndicate Once long ago, when animals still ruled the world, the sun ran into trouble with a little boy. ) This little boy and his sister I lived in the forest, far away from other people. The girl did her best ; to raise her brother. She made him a home in a cave. She worked hard to feed and clothe him. To keep her ! brother warm in the deep cold of ! winter, she made him a coat out of ' the hides of the animals of the forest. When the boy wore the coat, he did not feel the cold. He loved his coat with all his heart. ' One day as the boy and his sister were walking through the woods, the boy suddenly stopped, cocked his head and listened to the 'wintry silence. "Sister," he said at "last, "why are there no other people in the world besides you and ; me?" "Our mother told me before she died that the other people live far away from here," the sister said. She pointed at the distant mountains. "You see over there in the mists?" the girl said. "That is where they live." "I'd like to go to see those people," the boy said. ." "We are not ready to make such a long journey," his sister said. "We will wait until spring when the traveling will be easier." But the boy was an impatient 'child. The next morning he woke before dawn. He dressed himself in his thick coat, gathered his bow and arrows, and set off on his own . - ' into the forest. After many hours he' grew weary from his journey. He lay idown beside a rock, wrapped his coat closely around him, and before long he was fast asleep. ' While he slept, a heavy snow fell and covered the little boy's coat. At last the snowfall stopped. The sun came out and cast its bright rays upon the boy, hoping to warm him. When the boy woke, he tried to stretch. He could barely move. The melting snow had shrunk his coat so small that it no longer fit him. r "Look what you've done!" the boy cried to the sun. "You've "ruined my coat, and now I cannot 'travel to the mountains.' I must return to our cave for warmth. You are a cruel sun. I will take my revenge on you!". He struggled to make his way ' home to his sister. Photo Illustration by Jillian Gilliland Back home, he could talk of nothing but his fury at the sun. His sister tried to comfort him, promising him that she would make him a brand-necoat. She begged him to calm down. "Please, you must forgive the sun. I am sure it was only trying to help you." "The sun has shrunk my coat, and I will take my revenge," the boy said. "The sun does not deserve to shine. I am going to trap in its weave. The sun twisted and turned, but no matter how it tried, it could not free itself. The poor sun! It was caught as surely as a fly in a spider's delicate web. The boy ran joyfully home to tell his sister of his success. That day there was no light on earth. The animals grew afraid. The birds flew to their nests. The beavers, moles and snakes buried themselves underground. The deer shivered and hid beneath the w the sun!" His sister laughed, but soon she realized her brother was quite seri. ous about his plan, "Give me several of. your hairs," he told his sister. She gave him a dozen hairs from her head. "I will make a snare with these," low-hangi- ng branches. The owls i he said, and set to work. Soon he had woven a snare. "This will work fine," he announced, "and now I'm off to ( trap the sun." He left his sister and walked and walked until he came to the Great Water. There he placed his snare just above the water's surface, just at the place where the sun would rise out of the sea at dawn. He crept into a cave to wait. At last the sun came, burning out of the sea. Up it rose, but when it met the snare, it became tangled ' ( . . hoot- ed in mourning. Many days of darkness and cold followed. The animals gathered to discuss what they could do. When they were quiet, Mouse spoke. In those days, Mouse was king of beasts, for he was huge. He was the largest of all the Earth's animals. Mouse was so large, he inspired fear and respect in the others. When he roared, the trees shook. "We must break the hairs that bind the sun," Mouse said. "We will send Woodpecker to peck through them." Woodpecker flew to the edge of the Great Sea. He pecked at the snare, but the hairs were stronger than any of the animals had imagined they would be. Soon Wood Everything she touches' does not turn to gold pecker's head was burned red from the heat of the sun, but no matter how long and hard he tried, he could not break the snare. He flew back to the gathering of animals to tell them they must find another way to free the sun. Now Mouse announced that he would free the sun. "Yes," the animals agreed, "Mouse has the strength to break the snare." Mouse set off for the Great Sea. Because he was so huge, it took him no time at all to reach the trapped sun. He nibbled and gnawed at the hairs. The sun's heat was intense and burned Mouse's fur and singed his whiskers. Still, he was determined to succeed. "Never fear, sun," Mouse said. "I will free you." The intense heat from the sun's rays began to burn poor Mouse, Still he chewed. His own thin hair began to fray. But though the sun's harsh heat was hurting him, Mouse would not give up. Mouse at last managed to chew through the last of the hairs. The sun was free to rise! Quickly the sun rose into the sky, and a glorious light spread across the world. The animals cheered and wept with joy at the sight of the sun in the sky and at the touch of the sun's warmth on their skin. Even the little boy and girl in their cave could not help but be glad, for they too had grown saddened by the darkness. "I was wrong," the boy confessed. "I was wrong to trap the sun. Let's help the animals prepare a feast to welcome Mouse back home." The little boy and girl and all the animals prepared a welcoming feast to celebrate Mouse's, return from the Great Sea. "Look, Mouse is coming," Deer announced. Everyone looked up. Their mouths fell open in surprise at the sight that greeted them. Mouse was no longer the largest animal in the world. Now, he was nearly the smallest. The sun had shrunk him just as it had shrunk the little boy's coat, and the sun had burned Mouse's back so that now he was the color of ash. Ever since that time, Mouse has been one of the tiniest animals on Earth, and he has been three or four times before the Among the cesspool aspects of my genetic makeup are some audience arrived. " When I reached the slide part of the suspicious-lookin- g moles, courshow, I described the first slide, tesy of my paternal grandfather. and it more blocked doctor out My pushed the "go" button than an hour to remove them jammed. The words that flashed using some sort of microwave through my mind remained box. However, no sooner than he unspoken because I was in a turned on the machine and touched my skin with the tool that helps remove the moles, it broke as dead as a blown fuse. frustrated physician My Chailsne explained that this had never Winters happened before and that he would need to send the machine to New York for repairs. I was not too surprised. When it comes to technology and the modern A Winters Tale world, I am a jinx". No matter what kind of watch I wear, for , example, within weeks it stops church. running. At my third presentation, I had my host try the machine . I spent four valiant years trythe meeting. Again it before but the how learn to to sew, ing worked beautifully when no one machine's tension would coland again it lapse whenever I tried to make a was watching slide. In after the first seam tension jammed and, simple my a would accelerate. I finally took a desperation, I cried, "Is there ' doctor in the house?" tole painting class, painted flowers all over my sewing machine There was, and he gave me a and called it a decoration. silver tool to manually place the I have been speaking slides in and out of the projector. device that throughout Utah at clubs and It's a tweezer-lik- e churches about BYU's Imperial helps stop the flow of blood in a Tombs of China exhibition. Part patient. I've become so good at of the speech is a short slide using it, I think I may have made show that gives a glimpse of a great physician. With my luck some of the more spectacular with machinery, though, the pieces. Unfortunately, showing anesthesia machine would stop slides requires a piece of equipduring surgery, the forceps would break during a baby ment that projects the images. delivery and my stethoscope I borrowed a slide projector would refuse to amplify heartfrom the university. I put on the beats. slide tray and tried out my preEven this computer "crashed" sentation on my family. It went three times while writing this perfectly. I arrived at my destination, plugged in the machine, column. I suggested to my husdescribed the first slide and band that I should have lived pushed the advance button. It before the industrial age, but he simply shook his head. "What jammed. No amount of adjustmakes you think you would worked. or ing, begging cajoling You d Even profanity did have done any better then? the have been one whose would not persuade the projector to work. I had to tap dance my way handle on the butter churn through the speech to entertain broke." my audience. He's right. I may have to turn kitchen over to him comour I sent the machine out for I second At pletely. With a refrigerator, speech, my repairs. arrived early and tried the slide stove, microwave, toaster, and show. It worked wonderfully. I other appliances, it's a scary advanced and reversed the slides world in there. . - . well-place- ash-colore- d. And ever since that time, the sun has been free to offer light to the world, even in the midst of ; deepest winter. Great Blizzard of 1996 technically wasn't a blizzard Cancer screenings By ANTHONY R. WOOD Knight-RiddNewspapers ' Among the many extraordinary aspects of the Great Blizzard of was this: Technically, it was iy not a blizzard. . That's right. For all the howling winds, and blowing snow and .; , , .accumulations unmatched in over 00 years of recordkeeping, it was not a blizzard. . Under National Weather Ser- vice criteria, to be annointed a blizzard," a snowstorm must be accompanied by sustained winds of 35 mph and visibilities of mile or less for three consecutive hours. Believe it or not, at no time were the blizzard requirements met during the 36 hours of the storm. So why was everybody, includ one-quart- er ing commercial weather services such as Inc. and The Weather Channel, calling it a Accu-Weath- t ! ; ; I er "blizzard?" For one thing, it came awfully close. The storm met the visibility requirements with its eyes closed, and sustained winds reached as high as 3 mph for three straight hours, said Tony Gigi, a meteorologist with the National Weather Service office in Mount Holly, N.J. 1 lCan,!:er Control Pr..gn!m' Utah State Department of Health, in cooperation with the Centers for Disease Control and participating local health departments, provides breast and cervical cancer screenings for women. For another thing, Gigi's col- league, Chuck Jones, had this to say about the technical require- -' ments: "Baloney." "I would have said 'salami,"' added Gigi, who acknowledged that he was more than a disinter .;! ested party in all this. "I'm kind of a biased person because I'm the person who put up the blizzard warning," he said. local health department. Clinics will be held at the Health Department of Utah County on Feb. 6, 13, 20 an3 27 from to 4:30 p.m. Appoint! ments can be made by calling 370r City-Count- 1 8738. The clinics include a blood pressure check, a Pap test, pelvic and breast examination and a mammogram voucher for those Examinaeligible and follow-utions are provided by female screeners. i Dear Ann Landers: My , days are over. I appreciate tlvse letters you printed about food-steali- folks who "sneak" food out of nrestaurants in pockets, plastic bags , and purses. 1 am a recovering com-- ; pulsive overeater, food addict and ! sneak eater, and was once a restaurant thief myself. After a lifetime of diet pro. weight losses and grams, yo-y- o gains, shame, pain and guilt, I had i to a,dmit that I had an eating disorder. All I could think about was food. It was the center of my life. ( f ood became' my my obsession addiction. Like a junkie, I did whatever I could get away with to ;,have my "fix," sneaking out what-;.evleftover food I could find in restaurants and stuffing it into my pockets and purse. I had turned into a food shoplifter and was fortunate not to have been caught. Five years ago, a dear friend M.who had noticed this compulsive i.bchavior lovingly encouraged me to attend an Overeaters Anony-vmomeeting. Ann, I'm thankful I had the courage to go to that first O.A.' meeting. I no longer steal food, nor ,,do I eat more than I need. I now f Anow I won't starve if I don't take -extra food home. I live with f.iith, dignity and gratitude for so much of my life today. I am also maintaining a sane, healthy weight. s. I hope my letter will help . Relieved in Please print it. 1 er - count on it. I have been a supporter of Overeaters Anonymous for many years and have been ' ... "4 Dear Ann Landers: You have printed several delightful letters about people who met in interesting ways. I hope you'll print this one about my mother. At age 60, she had been a widow for seven years. Mom set out on a trip to Califorlong-plann- Landers Advice Columnist thanked time and time again by readers who took my advice, joined O.A. and let me know it changed their lives. For those who see themselves in my column today, the address is: Overeaters Anonymous, P.O. Box 44020, Rio Rancho, N.M. 87174. nia, which included an eight-hou- r sightseeing bus tour of the Grand Canyon. She was thrilled to get a window seat. But the last two members of the group to board were a newly married couple, so Mom gave up her seat and took the only remaining empty one. Her seat mate was a lonesome gentleman who wanted to talk. In the course of the day, she learned he had been a widower for 18 months and was 10 years older than Mom. At the end of the trip, he asked for her address, and though she never expected to hear from him, he did write almost daily for four months. The last letter was a marriage proposal. It was a problem for Mom to tell me this because she always had warned me never to talk to strangers on buses or trains. She solved her dilemma by sending me a postcard. On one side was the picture of a plane. On the back, she wrote, "I'm on my way to Florida to decide if I want to change my name to Smith. Love, Mom." The wedding took place six weeks later. They had 23 happy years together before Mom died. He joined her soon after. Just sign me A Grateful Daughter Dear Grateful Daughter: What a delightful love story. It's enough to encourage singles to take the bus. Thank you for a heartwarmer. Gem of the Day: If you want to learn something new, don't act like you know it already. us oth-i.er- .Maryland Dear Maryland: Your letter .WILL help others. You can by Cathy Guisewite cathy0 hnAKETHE LEAVE BED, Oft. ' ? IT A NE5S THE FIRST OECI5I0NS OF THE HORNING SET THE PRECEDENT ...HAN& UP THE TOWELS, OR THROW THEH ON THE FLOOR?., m everything- THAT FOLLOWS, 'THE flflmENTUm OF THE WHOLE DfM IS DETERmiWEO CHOICES FORE I 8V "THE AIKE TEN TO HAVE o 0 ' 0 BE- TVE EVEM GOT- W GO BACK TO BED START OVER, OR 00 BACK TO BED AHD AND 3UST 5TN HERE? ' J Other clinic locations include Feb. 6 Payson Stake Center!, 650 W. 800 South, 8:30 a.m. t6 3:30 p.m., call for Provi an appointment; Feb. 8 River Grove, 780 N. 700 West 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., call 377 2137, Eliana for an appointment and Feb. 13 Lehi North Stake;, 851 N. 1200 East, 8:30 a.m. t) 3:30 p.m., call fcfr ' an appointment. - p. Ann renews support for Overeaters Anonymous for women A fee ranging from $0 to $27 will be charged, based on age, income and family size. Appointments are necessary. Call 538-671- 2 or you or : ' J friendship. t. LIBRA (Sept.; 22): A vacati.ii trip is an proposition. Someone is having trouble making up their mind! A long-lofriend or relative returns ti) town. Host a small casual party to celebrate) SCORPIO (Oct. 21): Mom matters dominate now. Focus on attaining greater degree of prosperity. Financial security will give you a wonderful feeling of independence. You can learn a lot from an oldtir person's experiences. .SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 21): big business can be run with precision arid flair. Reading a psychology or medical tci proves enlightening. Expect the unexpected in your personal relationships. ' CAPRICORN (Dec. 19): A romantic partner's need for more togcthef-nes- s could conflict with your desire to be fiei. Perhaps you have not yet found your soul-mat- e. Be more understanding of a parentis needs. Your support means a lot. i AQUARIUS (Jan. 18): A husj-nes- s expansion possible, but it depends oi your sound judgment. Joint financial vcnlurds are unpredictable. Be honest about your coi-cernYou have nothing to lose and everyi thing to gain. , PISCES (Feb. 7DV A friri.1 dealing with a difficult personal problem neeus sympathy, lhe best thing you can do s listen. Spend time with your tree love this evening. Even a simple observation caii sounu proiouna now. By JEANE DIXON For Jan. 21 ARIES (March 2 1 April 19): A domestic crisis could be a blessing in disguise. Do your best to live up to your promises. Be tolerant; make allowances for loved ones' shortcomings. y TAURUS (April 20): Obstacles to your progress can be readily overcome if you use good judgment. Others may be depending on you for financial assistance. Maintain your poise when under pressure. GEMINI (May 2 June 20): Spend the day with people you really love. A friend drops in with a special treat and wants to make plans for the coming week. Try to rearrange your schedule to accommodate this person. CANCER (June 21 -- July 22): Your friends want to party. Think about dining together at a new restaurant. If married, guard against temptation. Watch your step with an attractive newcomer. LEO (July 22): Put loved ones' needs first today. Neighbors extend a invitation. Accept if it includes the entire family. A former romantic partner could seek you out. VIRGO (Aug. 22): A relaxed afternoon at home will help you prepare for the busy week ahead. Looking at a family photo album revives memories of the past. Attending a social event could lead to a new FIRST CUP Of COf FEE. o Iwkc The Service "Carl & Dottis" SABLE NAILS! Valentine's Special! SOLAR NAILS CKwfi fate J $25: (Ittflll j 12pne) 10yraxprlenc Mori -- Sat 226-024- 5' i