A boy determined that this wasn't fair. He thought of a solution. He asked the Sky to race him. He said, "Iflget to the top of that hill before your rain can form puddles, you must fill our river." The Sky laughed. "Little boy, I am the Sky. I am above everything else. You cannot beat me." But the boy knew he would win. When the race began, the boy ran forward. The Sky started raining on the hill. But puddles did not form there. When it rained on the hill, the water went down. The Sky kept raining. The water flowed down into the river. When the boy reached the top of the hill, the river was full. The people began to celebrate. It was the highest level the river had ever been at before. The Sky was angry. "A boy can't beat me! I won't fill your river," it said. Now the boy laughed. "It doesn't matter whether you want to fill it or not," he said. "You already did." The Sky looked at the ful river. "You tricked me," it said, it asked the people. "Do you appreciate water now? "Yes, they said. "We won't waste it." That is how a lone boy saved his town and won the race for water. a
