An Visayan story about the origin of rice.
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In the olden days, famine gripped the land. The desperate people implored their goddess to save them. Moved by pity, the goddess descended to the earth. The land was parched with drought, with only a few hardy weeds on the ground.
The goddess bared her bosom and squeezed milk into each barren ear of the weeds. When her milk run out and she saw that there were still empty ears, she asked the heavens to give her more milk.
But when she pressed her bosom again, only blood came out. When she was done, she then bent low over the plants and pleaded with them to flourish and feed her again.
Weeks passed and the weeds grew and became heavy with grain. When the people harvested the stalks and pounded these open, some grains were as white as the goddess’ milk while some were are red as her blood.
The people cooked these and found these nourishing. Rejoicing, for at last they have sustenance, they gave thanks to the goddess as they re-planted and harvested this weed which is what is now known as rice (From The Insular Life Assurance Company 2009 Planner).