myth for pineapple

There were three sisters who grew up together, and when it was time to choose their names and start their projects in the world in earnest they chose very similar names and grew to work together as carvers of bone and stone. They made the most useful tools, and the most detailed bowls. They made spoons that were the exact curve of the moon, and knives so refined they could sever fire.

One autumn the first sister was killed accidentally by an arrow she had carved. One spring the second sister drowned in a flood. The third sister was so devastated that she stopped making anything at all. She stopped looking for stones by the riverbank. She stopped searching for bones in the meadows. She stopped everything and curled into a tight ball. So sad she was that the earth reached up around her. Animals surrounded her to comfort her and when they died their bones stuck out all around. Her sadness was so great that everything in her body became tears which, over the years she cried out until she became a hard shell with nothing inside. 

But all was not lost. The ocean saw her sadness and drew the spirits of the two sisters back to the earth where they lived. The ocean could not bring them back to their human forms but brought them another kind of life. The one who died in a flood became the sweet juice inside the shell, and the one who was killed by an arrow became the fibers and the medicine that gave the sweetness depth and form.

Together the three sisters began to work together again. They are the pineapple that is tough, sweet, and full of health.