There are many stories that I could tell, but there is one that is very important to me. It is the story of how my grandson came to be. I would normally tell all of my stories out loud, but I will make this exception.
It’s funny how this event happened so long ago, but I remember it just like it was yesterday. It was warm out, the earth breaking from winter into spring. The grass was dry but was beginning to grow and life was awakening. Potatoes were growing all through out the land, and it was very important to the people. It was a very important source of food The ojibwe people loved me dearly, and had made me a wigwam. My beautiful daughter and I lived together in this great wigwam and this is where most of the story takes place. .
The wind, although not really a place, plays a large part of our surroundings. It is so loud and affects how the eagle flies, and plays a larger part of the story than one would know.... but that is for another time. .
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