This has been translated from the Behoz idiom. It states the tale of Skull and the miracle of thunder. Let us begin at the birth of Skull, the being of neutrality. Skull was the adopted, orphaned son of Lodur, the Norse god of warmth.

Skull was born with unique fighting abilities and the ability to control another god/ goddess’s actions, rationing their willpower and using their bodies for his own actions. Skull has the status of a being, because he looks like neither a god nor goddess. Although he tries to confirm that he is a god it is all in vain, for Skull is mute and cannot speak to other gods or goddesses. All of the gods and goddesses swore not to tell Skull about his mutiny. A brief description of Skull is that he has three eyes, has an oval-shaped head

And he had two weeds of the color black on his head.

            While Skull was being taught how to fight, Thor, the thunder god’s, jealousy was sparked, for he saw that Odin, Skull’s combat teacher and the all-father, was working with Skull, when he wouldn’t work with his own son, Thor, so Thor plotted to execute a very sinister and disrespectful operation. This abomination would not be tolerated. So, one night, while every other god/goddess was sleeping {except for Thor and Skull} Thor challenged Skull to a battle. Skull was compelled to accept, for it is a great dishonor to you to wave away a member of your kin’s challenge without giving them a piece of mind {and a few punches and kicks while you’re at it.} Thor and Skull were scheduled to settle their rivalry in the sacred barley patch, where Frey, the Norse god of harvests, sends his rain.

            At the barley patch, Thor planned to conflict fiercely. To symbolize the beginning of the battle, the beings taunted each other with insults {nods, in Skull’s case.} The insults/nods weren’t exactly insulting the person they were meant to insult, but that didn’t matter, even Thor was above that, because he had discovered that when someone does this, they tend to drone on and on, boring them to death.

            To begin, Thor merely snarled, ”I wonder what flimsy magic tricks my pale, dumdum father managed to teach you.”

             Skull didn’t nod, but, instead, manipulated Thor right away. Thor involuntarily obeyed Skull’s command sequence and did as he was told. His armpits rising, reaching to gargantuan heights, Thor prepared to catapult a searing hot thunderbolt down to Earth. With his hideous cheeks exploding to reveal a blemish of great size and awe-inspiring hue, Thor clasped his hands together, creating a magnetic field around his surroundings, and then jerked his hands apart to create a pandemonium of sparks, which roasted the fertile soil of the sacred barley patch making it even more fertile. Finally, Thor’s thunder- summoning sacrament was complete and Thor mustered up the energy to throw his thunderbolt, made with such quality for such a vile deed, down to Earth, the home of man.

            Now, while all this was happening, Frey, the Norse god of fertility, awoke from his slumber and started his daily protocol, for, today Frey was going to send rain to every parched crop that needed water. So Frey reluctantly aroused his head from the sink where Gerd, his wife, slept and the last part of his etiquette was, to face Northbound, the direction of the sacred barley patch, where he would be sending his rain. Little did he know that the barley patch wasn’t vacant, but occupied by the two combatants, Thor and Skull, but Frey couldn’t possibly think about that now, even if he knew that, because the sun was rising and Frey had to make it to the barley patch before Gerd knew he was gone and got worried. Frey soared toward the sacred barley patch, but when he got there, instead of finding the celestial ground the barley patch had once been, he found a sterile desert not good for budding anything, due to the extreme incineration of Thor’s thunderbolts’. Upon seeing this, a murderous look took the place of the usual cordial one in Frey’s eyes and his countenance looked as if he had eaten a rancid prune. Frey was ready to tear to shreds, the person that did this.

            Meanwhile, Thor broke Skull’s dark curse and now attacked faster than the speed of sound, but every thunderbolt Thor threw ended up on Earth. Skull dodged and ducked, narrowly escaping a thunderbolt as he effortlessly swayed his head to the right, and felt the magnificent aura of warmth emanating from the heat -attracting projectile.  As Thor threw a sweltering thunderbolt, Skull ducked and the thunderbolt hit Frey, who was summoning his rain. The thunder enraged Frey so much; he let out a long stream of curses and tackled Thor. Skull decided he had seen enough and flew away with a boink.

            When the riot between Frey and Thor ended, Frey was standing and smiling, knowing he could send his rain in serenity. Thor was struggling and harassing, thinking he would be trapped in the vine cage Frey put him in forever. And Skull was learning and fighting, resolving not to tell anyone about his escape from the sacred barley patch. Last but not least the Norns, the three time-keepers and the ones who spun life threads, were whirling and forming, plotting to keep this legend alive in a spiritual way, the Bohez idiom. Their plot succeeded; for this legend has been passed down, cohort to cohort ever since that exemplary day.