At the beginning of time, two ravens sat talking as the sunset over the sea ice. 

 “We need more creatures to hunt for us, like the bear and the wolf.  It would make our lives easier.”

 “Yes, but they should not be as smart as the bear who eats the best part of the seal, nor as hungry as the wolf who only leaves us the bones of the caribou.” 

And so they went about to make these creatures, the wiser raven chose soft snow and built a fine nest where the head would be from otter and seal fur, bear teeth and claws, cranberry and blueberry branches, ivory and bone and all other things of which she knew.

She fashioned a smooth and beautiful creature.

 The other raven was less patient and chiseled a creature from hard crusty snow with its beak.  He saw the beautiful creature the other had made with its nest on top, and went and broke a blueberry twig that still had two shriveled berries on it and stuck it on his creature.

 A small amount of sap dripped from the twig to the snow below.

 “Look” he said, “the sap has made a picture in the snow.” 

“What shall we call these creatures?” He asked.

 “People, and I shall call mine a Grandmother.”

 “then I shall call mine a Grandfather.” They breathed life into them from their onyx beaks.

 And so it has been ever since, Grandfathers are empty headed creatures who can draw pictures in the snow with their twigs, and Grandmothers wise beautiful creatures who know all about life.