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.
Lovers Lost In Bliss
Lovers Lost In Bliss: An Incomplete Short Romance Story
Penelope was sitting at her kitchen table munching on a donut and stirring her coffee. She was thinking about her beautiful daughter Calypso. Her bright blue eyes glowed with love for every flower and sprout she came across. Calypso wanted to be the world’s most brilliant botanist. Penelope lost the apple of her eye last year in the biggest fire that town had ever seen. The old Munston barn was a hang out for kids. Sometimes they would go there after school to talk and other times it became cancer corner. Most of the time there was a bunch of kids there, but the accident took place when Calypso got there before her friends. Some older kids had just got done having a smoke and decided to go the the ice cream joint. All the kids dropped their cigarettes and jumped on their bikes to get some rocky road. It just so happened that Calypso went up to the loft while a small flame started in the hay. It grew bigger without her notice and eventually engulfed the barn with no means of escape. Penelope’s mind was stuck on that event day after day and her terrible depression had kept growing worse. Her boss at work was ready to fire her for her showing up late and poor work ethic. She never wrote the newspaper articles on time, tended to be a glum influence on the others workers, and was full of other such downward pulling behavior. Penelople was persuaded to move somewhere tropical; She was convinced that it was in her best interest to get away from the frigid Canadian life. She had just finished putting most of her useless items on ebay. She had numerous dolls and other such collectibles that had no pragmatic purpose. She had plans to go to Mexico, where a sister had a vacation home. Her kind sister advised her to go to Mexico and get out of the rut she was in. Penelope was excited about the oppurtunity to leave Canada and spend some time painting. Loving drawing scenic pictures and portraits, Penelope was looking forward to having the inspiration of new landscapes and a new culture of people. She was looking forward to the food…Oh, she could hardly wait to have authentic salsa, and tacos, and burritos, and other such new finds.
It was a fortnight when most of her stuff had sold and been shipped out. She now had enough money to pick up her life and move. Penelope got a taxi to the airport, she had prearranged her tickets online, and arrived with plenty of time to sit back in the waiting area and read a book. Security was a little tight and they made her take off her high heels and they demanded to go through her suitcase. ( They even had her pantyhose and underwear fall out on the floor.) As she was recovering from her embarassment, she took out her favorite novel and began where she had left off a month or so ago. The story was about a couple living in Spain. The wife came down with a rare disease when she had visited Africa. Her husband nursed her back to health with his constant concern, prayers, and loving care. Penelope hoped for a man like that. The last bum she was married to for three years left her when she became pregnant. He was to immature to have kids and went who knows where to party and burn out the rest of his life. Penelope raised Calypso on her own with the help of a single parent support group. As she was engrossed in her novel, a fine looking young man sat down next to her. He was obviously successful in business as he had a fancy suit and watch on. Penelope’s heart was imagining a man somewhat like him to sweep her off her feet. She noticed that he did not have a marriage ring on. Her interest was caught. She fearlessly leaned over and asked the man if he was seeing someone. Startled, he answered in a suave voice, that “I myself am looking for someone special.” Energy rushed through Penelope’s body. The two new friends started chatting. He introduced himself as Mr. Selson, a stock market man, that had struck it rich by investing in Enron. He said that such close associates could call each other by first names.
“Mac, what caused you to go into the stock market? It seems like such a risky job.”
“Oh, well, I have always been very skilled in mathematics and so I double majored in Statistics and Economics. I knew that I could beat the system with my intuition and talent”
Penelope took all this to mean that he was an intelligent man with a slight case of an inflated ego. She was alright with that. Wanting her man to think well of himself and be self sufficient, this was a plus. Much better than a guy that was too timid to even acknowledge his accomplishments.
“You seem to be a well off guy.”
” I consider myself lucky”
“Where do you happen to be traveling?”
“I am going to Mexico City to meet a man for a stock trade.”
