Tall fierce totems stood in a circle around the Tlingit people.
Raven, the trickster, admired the potlatch from above. Suddenly, he swooped down and plucked a bead he fancied from a beautiful deerskin pouch! The people gasped at his bold trick. He could not help but crow about his daring, and as he opened his mouth to brag, the blue treasure fell into the river below.