It was spring, long ago. Little Crow lived in a wigwam with his family in an Indian village. One day he walked through the valley. As it was spring, there were lots of flowers to pick. He gathered several flowers for his mom and for himself.
He took them home and gave some to his mother.
He kept some for himself. When he went to sleep, he dreamed. In his dream he picked a flower with rainbow colored petals.
When he woke up, there was a flower in his hand. It had the same rainbow colored petals from his dream. He thought it was real special. He put it in his pocket.
His stomach rumbled with hunger. He wished his mom would make acorn mush. “Poof!” His mom began to make some! While eating breakfast he showed his mom the flower, but one petal was gone. When he checked, the petal wasn’t in his pocket. Only three petals were left.
He finished breakfast and went outside to play with Black Wing, his friend. Outside the wigwam, they played a game. You roll deer bones to get points. The first person to get twenty-five points without going over wins. Going over twenty-five meant you had to start over again. Little Crow laid the flower beside him and they began to play.
Black Wing went first. He got ten points. Little Crow went next. He only got five points. Then Black Wing played again. He got another ten points; now he had twenty points. Little Crow went. He needed twenty points more to win.
“I wish I could get twenty points,’’ he thought. ‘‘Poof!’’ He rolled, and he got twenty points. He won! ‘‘I won!’’ he shouted. Then he noticed another petal had fallen off the flower.
‘‘Little Crow, come home now!’’ mom called.
‘‘I wish my mom would be quiet,’’ he thought again. ‘‘Poof!’’ There went another petal! Two petals now lay on the ground. He went home.
When he got home, he began to make a bow. He laid the flower down beside him. He picked up a branch he had found. He peeled the bark off of it. Then he made two notches on the bow for the bowstring.
He needed some sinew next. “I wish I had some deer sinew,” he thought.
“Poof!” There next to him was some sinew. “Wow,
How did that happen?’’ he wondered. Then he noticed the flower. There were no petals left on it. ‘‘Maybe it was a magic flower. When you wish, it makes a petal fall off.”
‘‘Mom, I’ve got a magic flower! Look, what do you think?” he asked.
She got some birch bark and wrote, ‘‘I can’t talk for some reason.’’
‘‘Oh no, I wished for you to be quiet!’’ he said.
She wrote, ‘‘How did your wish come true?”
‘‘I got a flower in a dream. It must be magic.’’
She wrote, ‘‘ Then please wish that I might speak again.’’
He replied, ‘‘Okay. I wish my mom could speak again.’’ It didn’t work.
So he went to the medicine man and asked for help. He explained everything. The medicine man said, ‘‘I will give you a magic flower with two petals left. Choose wisely, Little Crow.”
So he went home and wished for his mother to talk again. ‘‘Poof!’’ A petal fell off and she could speak! Then with his last wish, he wished to often see all of the colors of the flower. “Poof.” A rainbow appeared.
He took them home and gave some to his mother.
He kept some for himself. When he went to sleep, he dreamed. In his dream he picked a flower with rainbow colored petals.
When he woke up, there was a flower in his hand. It had the same rainbow colored petals from his dream. He thought it was real special. He put it in his pocket.
He finished breakfast and went outside to play with Black Wing, his friend. Outside the wigwam, they played a game. You roll deer bones to get points. The first person to get twenty-five points without going over wins. Going over twenty-five meant you had to start over again. Little Crow laid the flower beside him and they began to play.
Black Wing went first. He got ten points. Little Crow went next. He only got five points. Then Black Wing played again. He got another ten points; now he had twenty points. Little Crow went. He needed twenty points more to win.
“I wish I could get twenty points,’’ he thought. ‘‘Poof!’’ He rolled, and he got twenty points. He won! ‘‘I won!’’ he shouted. Then he noticed another petal had fallen off the flower.
‘‘Little Crow, come home now!’’ mom called.
‘‘I wish my mom would be quiet,’’ he thought again. ‘‘Poof!’’ There went another petal! Two petals now lay on the ground. He went home.
When he got home, he began to make a bow. He laid the flower down beside him. He picked up a branch he had found. He peeled the bark off of it. Then he made two notches on the bow for the bowstring.
He needed some sinew next. “I wish I had some deer sinew,” he thought.
“Poof!” There next to him was some sinew. “Wow,
How did that happen?’’ he wondered. Then he noticed the flower. There were no petals left on it. ‘‘Maybe it was a magic flower. When you wish, it makes a petal fall off.”
‘‘Mom, I’ve got a magic flower! Look, what do you think?” he asked.
She got some birch bark and wrote, ‘‘I can’t talk for some reason.’’
‘‘Oh no, I wished for you to be quiet!’’ he said.
She wrote, ‘‘How did your wish come true?”
‘‘I got a flower in a dream. It must be magic.’’
She wrote, ‘‘ Then please wish that I might speak again.’’
He replied, ‘‘Okay. I wish my mom could speak again.’’ It didn’t work.
So he went to the medicine man and asked for help. He explained everything. The medicine man said, ‘‘I will give you a magic flower with two petals left. Choose wisely, Little Crow.”
So he went home and wished for his mother to talk again. ‘‘Poof!’’ A petal fell off and she could speak! Then with his last wish, he wished to often see all of the colors of the flower. “Poof.” A rainbow appeared.
Thankful for the colors... _M
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