According to Hmong tradition, a long time ago the rivers and ocean covered the Earth. A brother and sister were locked in a yellow wooden drum. The Sky People looked out and saw the Earth. Everything was dead. Only a yellow wooden drum was left on the water.
”Punch holes in the Earth so the water will drain away,” said the King above the Sky.
The water went down. Finally, the drum bumped against the ground. The brother and sister came out of the drum and looked around. Everything was still dead.
”Where are the people?” asked the sister.
But the brother had an idea. ”All the people on Earth are gone. Marry me, we can have children.”
”I can’t marry you, we are brother and sister.”
But he asked her again and again and she said, ”No.”
Finally the brother said, ”Let’s carry the grindstones up the hill and roll them into the valley. If the stones land on top of each other, then you shall marry me.”
The sister rolled her stone and then, as soon as the brother rolled his stone he ran as fast as he could down the hill and stacked the stones on top of each other.
When the sister saw the stones she cried. Finally she said, ”I will marry you, because it was meant to be.”
A year later the wife gave birth to a baby, but the baby was not a real baby. It had no arms or legs. It was just round like a pumpkin. The husband cut it up and threw the pieces away. One piece fell on the garden and it became the ”Vang” clan because ”Vang” sounds like the word for ”garden” in Hmong. One piece fell on the goat house. Some pieces fell on the leaves and grass and they became the other Hmong clans. The Nhia, Mhoua, Pao, Ho, Xiong, Vue, and so on.
The next morning the village was full of houses. Everyone came to the husband and wife and said, ”Mother and father, come have breakfast with us.”
The husband said to his wife, ”I asked you to marry me because all the people on Earth were dead. Now these people are our family – our sons and daughters.”