narrated by ricardo ortega, an ilocano living in tarlac. the story, however, is pampangan.

the first crow that lived on the earth was a beautiful bird with a sweet voice. the universe was ruled over by the god [422]sinukuan, and all his subjects were either plants or animals. no human beings were yet in existence. sinukuan lived in a beautiful palace surrounded with gardens of gold. in these gardens lived two crows who sang sweet songs, and did nothing but fly about among the flowers and trees. their golden plumage was beautiful to see, and sinukuan took great delight in them.

once a terrible pestilence visited the earth, and a great many of sinukuan’s animals began to die. in his distress and sorrow, sinukuan at once set out and made a tour of his kingdom to give what relief he could to his suffering subjects. after being away three days, he returned to his palace, his mind weighted down by all the death and sickness he had seen. when he reached his garden, he called to his two birds to come sing for him and relieve his mental anguish; but neither of the birds came. sinukuan went through his gardens, but he called in rain. “o birds! where are you?” he cried. thinking that perhaps they had flown away and had been attacked by the pestilence, he determined to make another trip through his kingdom and look for them.

he had not walked a mile, when, approaching a number of dead animals, he saw the pair feasting on the decaying flesh. when they saw their master, they bowed their heads in shame. had not sinukuan restrained himself, he might have killed them that very moment; but he thought of a better way to punish them. “now,” he said, as he cursed them, “from this time on, you shall be very ugly black birds; you shall lose your beautiful voice, and shall be able to make only a harsh cry.”

from that time on, those birds were black, and their offspring are the crows of to-day.