Maxson McDowell PhD, LMSW, LP is a senior Jungian analyst who has practiced in New York City for the past 22 years. He is also a past president of the C. G. Jung Foundation in New York. Here he analyzes a tale from the Yakut people of Siberia.
The little old woman with five cows. (Yakut)
Story: C.W. Daniel Company from Siberian and Other Folktales: Primitive Literature of the Empire of the Tsars, collected and translated by C. Fillingham Coxwell, copyright 1925.One morning a little old woman got up and went to the field containing her five cows. She took from the earth a herb with five sprouts and, without breaking either root or branch, carried it home and wrapped it in a blanket and placed it on her pillow.

Image: Composite figurine with horns from Harappa. Photograph by Richard H. Meadow. Copyright © Harappa 1995 - 2001.
Then she went out again and sat down to milk her cows. Suddenly she heard tambourine bells jingle and scissors fall, on account of which noise she upset the milk. Having run home and looked, she found that the plant was uninjured. Again she issued forth to milk the cows, and again thought she heard the tambourine bells jingle and scissors fall, and once more she spilt her milk. Returning to the house, she looked into the bedchamber. There sat a maiden with eyes of chalcedony and lips of dark stone, with a face of light-coloured stone and with eyebrows like two dark sables stretching their forefeet towards each other; her body was visible through her dress; her bones were visible through her body; her nerves spreading this way and that, like mercury, were visible through her bones. The plant had become this maiden of indescribable beauty.
Soon afterwards Kharjit-Bergen, son of the meritorious Khan Kara, went into the dark forest. He saw a grey squirrel sitting on a curved twig, near the house of the little old woman with five cows, and he began to shoot, but as the light was bad, for the sun was already setting, he did not at once succeed in his purpose. At this time one of his arrows fell into the chimney.
'Old woman!' take the arrow and bring it to me!' he cried, but received no answer. His cheeks and forehead grew flushed and he became angry; a wave of arrogance sprang from the back of his neck, and he rushed into the house.