The legend of the Humming Bird (Peruvian tale) - 02 During the night, produced in the flower a magical metamorphosis. With the first light of the dawn, so hot by the dew shortage, the sapling fell off from the stem, but it don't fell in the arid soil, he was flying, turned in hamming bird. He Buzzed and flied to the higher mountains. He pass over the Wacracocha Lagoon, looking thirsty the water's surface, but he didn't stop to drink either a drop. He continued flying much higher, more and more away with his little wings. his target was the top of the mountain where lived the god Waitapallana. Waitapallana had been contemplated the dawn, when smelt the perfume of the Qantu, his favorite flower, which usually adorned his costumes and parties. But there wasn't a plant around him. Only he looked a little and brave hamming bird, whom smelled like Qantu, who died of exhaustion in his hands, after of ask to him the mercy for the dry land. Waitapallana looked down, and discovered the damage produced by the drought in the Quechua's land. He left the hamming bird on a rock, with tenderness. Sad, he couldn't stop two bigger tears which fell down like crystal rocks, rolling towards the mountain basis. Everyone shaked while they fell down, peeling the mountainside surface. The tears of Waitapallana reached the Wacracocha Lagoon, awakening to the Amaru, the god-snake.