Paraphrased from "A Guide to Velikovsky's Sources"
A young Indian layed down under a beaverskin robe to rest. The Sun being directly overhead it burned spots on the robe and made it shrink. This annoyed the boy greatly -- he felt like he had been punished for something he didn't do -- and he went sorrowfully to his wigwam, where his sister found him crying. She asked him what was the matter, and he told her. Then she asked for a hair-thread, so she plucked a hair from her head and gave it to him.
Then he started out to where the Sun's path touched the earth. When he reached the place where the Sun was when it burned his robe, the little boy made a noose and stretched it across the path, and when the Sun came to that point the noose caught him around the neck and began to choke him until he almost lost his breath. It became dark, and the Sun called out to the ma'nidos, "Help me, my brothers, and cut this string before it kills me." The ma'nidos came, but the thread had so cut into the flesh of the Sun's neck that they could not sever it. When all but one had given up, the Sun called to the Mouse to try to cut the string. The Mouse came up and gnawed at the string, but it was difficult work, because the string was hot and deeply embedded in the Sun's neck. After working at the string a good while, however, the Mouse succeeded in cutting it, when the Sun breathed again and the darkness disappeared. If the Mouse had not succeeded, the Sun would have died. Then the boy said to the Sun, "For your cruelty I have punished you; now you may go." The boy then returned unto his sister, satisfied with what he had done.