Once upon a time a man named Cephalus and his wife Procris were living happily. Cephalus loved to hunt and had gifts from the gods, a javelin that always hits its mark and a dog that could outrun any other animal. One day a king called for a dog to hunt for a fox that was terrorizing the land
(pestis, et exitio multi pecorumque suoque rurigenae pavere feram; vicina iuventus venimus et latos indagine cinximus agros.illa levi velox superabat retia saltu summaque transibat postarum lina plagarum: copula detrahitur canibus, quas illa sequentes effugit et coetum non segnior alite ludit.) Cephalus answered the call and came with his dog and javelin. The dog chased the fox for a long time and even though the fox used all of its tricks the dog stayed in pursuit. Just as the climax of the hunt was approaching the gods turned both of the animals into stone because they couldn’t bear to see one of the animals triumph (revocataque rursus eodemrettuleram: medio (mirum) duo Marmora) . Cephalus, despite the loss of his dog, continued to hunt in his homeland.
One day when he was taking a break from hunting he called for the breeze to cool his breast. Someone heard him and told Procris that he was flirting with another woman. Procris followed him out the next day and hid herself in some bushes near where he was taking a break. Cephalus heard a rustling in the bushes and got up to hurl his spear. He took aim thinking he was throwing it at an animal and hurled it. He connected with his target and heard a scream from the bushes. He ran toward it and soon found that he had killed his wife. She died in his arms begging him to not ever marry the breeze.