Alarmed at what they saw in the fields, the children ran up the hill to Loawnu's house. In those days, if you had a problem you went to see the local wise woman. In this village, the wise woman's name was Loawnu.
"Loawnu," they shouted. "The sky is falling!"
Loawnu smiled at the children. "Don't be worried. Find all the pieces of sky that have fallen, and bring them to me. I'll sew them together again in time for the festival."
The spring festival was nearing. This was a time when the young people gathered from many villages to meet one another and to find husbands and wives. The children's village had been honoured this year as the meeting village. It would be a horrible time for the sky to fall down. The village would be disgraced!
Off the children ran to pick up the pieces. But some were missing! "Loawnu!" cried the children, as they tore up the hill, to tell her about it. Loawnu only smiled.
The next day, the children ran outside and looked up. The sky looked as it always looked on a warm spring day, clean and fresh and blue. They were so happy.
That night, they were amazed! The sky had always been dark at night. That night, it was filled with light! Loawnu had patched the missing pieces of sky with bright twinkling light! How beautiful! How clever! We shall have the happiest spring festival in all the land! How lucky we are to know Loawnu!
All the village agreed.