is my favorite myth. As the main girl is working on her pottery skillz, she gets pregnant from some clay she accidentally puts in her vagina. Then she gives birth to a jar. Except it has eyes and can talk. And somehow everyone knows it's a boy. While out hunting with his grandfather, the jar breaks on a rock and turns into a real boy. Despite his mother's constant explanations that he is from clay, he goes to find his father. Which he does. They argue for a bit, because originating from clay and inexplicably having a father is very confusing. The father kills the mother, and dad/son live happily ever after.
Love those Tewas.
On another note. . .
What is it that I want? Beat-down blackout blankness.
Hopefully something greater, grander, titanic.
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