"You're right!" agreed Eric. "See "And that bunch of stars-that's the mosquito," Gavin said, pointing, Eric squinted. "That's a stretch," he said, "but why not? Now we just need a myth." Gavin thought about it. "Two great hunters were tracking a buffalo," he began, "but they came to a swamp where the Great Mosquito lived." Eric and Gavin took turns adding to the story. They were so focused on myth-making that by the time Gavin checked his watch, it was already nine forty-five. Since the air was mild and the sky cloudless, they unrolled their sleeping bags outside their tent. Gavin sighed happy as he dosed his eyes, his brain still buzzing with new ideas for constellation stories everyone themes you do