The Singing Scoutmaster: Creation of the Comanche and the Vengeful Demon, The

Long ago, the Great Spirit looked out over the vast and empty plains and decided to create a new people. He reached out to the four directions—north, south, east, and west—and gathered swirls of dust from each. With his hands, he molded the dust into strong, powerful figures and breathed life into them. Thus, the Comanche people were born from the very earth itself, infused with the strength of mighty storms and the spirit of the wind.

The Comanche grew quickly and flourished, spreading across the plains. They were swift as the breeze, fierce as the thunder, and their voices echoed like the howl of the wind. But with the birth of the Comanche people, something else emerged—something dark and twisted. A shape-shifting demon formed in the shadows, envious of the people's power and freedom.

The demon took on many forms, tormenting the Comanche at every turn. It lurked in the shadows of their camps, twisted their dreams into nightmares, and sowed fear wherever it went. The Comanche were strong, but they could not fight what they could not see. They cried out to the Great Spirit for help.

Hearing their pleas, the Great Spirit descended from the sky and confronted the demon. The demon hissed and writhed, changing shape from a beast to a serpent to a black cloud, but the Great Spirit was not fooled. With a wave of his hand, he cast the demon into a bottomless pit, sealing it away from the world of the living.

But the demon was cunning and would not be so easily defeated. As it fell into the pit, it broke itself into countless tiny pieces, each carrying a piece of its dark soul. These pieces scattered across the land and took refuge in the fangs and stingers of poisonous creatures—rattlesnakes, scorpions, spiders, and others. Through these creatures, the demon found a way to continue its revenge.

Even now, the venomous bite of a rattlesnake or the sting of a scorpion is a reminder of the demon's hatred for the Comanche. The Great Spirit's seal keeps the demon trapped in the pit, but its spirit lingers in the poisons of the earth, seeking to harm people whenever it can. The Comanche remember this tale, and they walk carefully upon the land, respecting the power of nature and the dangers that still lurk beneath the surface.

So, when the wind howls or a rattlesnake's rattle breaks the silence, the Comanche know to listen and be wary. For somewhere in the shadows, the demon's spirit watches, waiting for its chance to strike again.