Raven Kuth tells a Chukchi tale. In summer, geese flew to the tundra. Here all the chicks have already grown, and one goose is still sitting on the egg. Kuth looks from the sky: Where is the last? Our last goose was born. Loved to sleep very much. He ran away from his mother - asleep again. Raven Kuth creates the night - light replaces the darkness, it always happens. Wanders a goose on freshly fallen snow. The fox heard it, grabbed it and threw it into the hole in the reserve. The goose began to cry. Heard him a mouse and took him to an underground country. For a long time the goose, wandering there, saw a lot of different horrible and strange things.