There are many people who influence the course of the stories we live through. All of them play an important part, not matter how small they may seem. I of course play a part in the story, but you already know so much about me, so I will describe to you everyone else.
First of all there is my daughter Wenonah. When she was just a young women, she was very beautiful. Everyone across the land wanted to marry her. She was so lovely, but she was also foolish and naive It was often hard for her to listen to me, which made it hard for me to protect her.
There was eagle, a wonderful creature. He was brave, and helpful and I don’t think I can never thank him enough for all that he has done for me.
The West Wind, a cruel creature. Some call him Mudjekeewis He is the spirit who embodies the wind. He is a howling creature, and one of the worst beings I have yet to encounter. He’s incredibly angry and rude and can even transform into a bear. He is not a creature one would want to encounter.
Then there is Manabush... My sweet grandson. What a trickster he is. With his abilities to change into different forms, but his favorite being the rabbit, he is very wild. He grows but to be a great man though, just like his mother would have wanted.
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