In a place not far from here, many generations ago. Our people learned a great lesson. It didn’t come about through some evil sprit, nor did it come through a great animal. It came about through our hard harts.
It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining through the soft white clouds. The creek that flowed new to our camp whispered its way by, just loud enough for us to hear. our people live together in community, in harmony with our surroundings using what we had available to us, helping each other working and shearing together as a team.
this is a story form long, long ago. It was a time to wander and explore in peace.In these ancient times there were rules, un-written codes and forbidden things that were never done. There were also consequences for actions and the choices you made. In this time if something went wrong, there was no one to blame but yourself. The rules were known and respected by all the animals and creatures. Small, large, long or thin all obeyed and respected the un-written codes.
All creatures lived together in harmony.
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This story has been modified from a story told to me by my Grandmother, Nelly O'Chin.
