There was a naga (dragon) that was so huge that it could swallow ten carabaos. Its tongue had nine venomous forks. The swing of its tail was as devastating as a hurricane. It preyed on all the people until only a couple and their son were left. This family climbed the top of the mountain to implore God to end the destruction wrought by the dragon. They had hardly finished praying when the dragon came crashing toward them. But suddenly it rose higher and higher until it became suspended in the sky. It became the broad sweep of innumerable stars that we now call the Milky Way. One can sometimes see one of its tongues shooting down. At the end of the world, this dragon will come to life again and “devour all the wicked” (Ziegler 1973, 117).
