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Nanabozho Fights a CannibalLike many young orphans, Nanabozho had a difficult time getting along with other children. He preferred to pass the time playing with his imaginary friend. Unlike other boys, he claimed the voice that spoke to him belonged to a manitou.
His grandmother looked after him. She was willing to ignore his claims as childish fancy at first, but as he neared the age for seeking a vision she grew concerned. "Stop this nonsense," she scolded one evening when he came home for dinner with new stories about his friend. "What purpose would the spirits have for visiting you? Even those destined to become great medicine men must wait for their vision. If you keep telling lies, people will not believe you even if it does come true!"
"I'm not lying," Nanabozho pouted. "Missahba says I remind him of summer and that makes him happy. Wouldn't you visit someone if they made you happy?"
Nanabozho's grandmother sighed. Missahba brought warm summer weather on the south winds. Surely he had more important thing
Second Chance Spirit Ch.3 The Noble and the SavageCoyote gawked at the enormous serpent that had just shed its illusion of being a pile of rocks. A wide grin split his face. "Nifty!” he said. “Teach me how to do that!"
Mishegenabig leaned forward and parted his broad mouth just wide enough to flick his thick tongue. The soundless voice in Coyote's head took on a more thoughtful tone. You are animal spirits, are you not? I apologize for my harsh greeting, Grandfathers. I am afraid what I know cannot be taught, even to one with such power as yourself. I ask of you, please, go now and leave me in peace. I am old and weary, and my goal is far from achieved.
Gray Fox raised his bow. "Your goal of killing innocent humans?” he said. “That is hardly something I will stand by and let you do!"
Something surged past and he yelped, falling to the ground. When he rose he found himself unarmed.
Wendigo took a few steps back, raised the bow in his hands, and broke it over his knee. "My kill!” he said. “Show
The Terror of the NorthWhen the young woman extinguished the flames from her body and leapt to the edge of the stage to take a bow, the only member of the audience who did not rise and clap was Keizen. He remained in his seat, arms crossed and a detached expression on his face that could have passed for boredom. No one else seemed to notice. The mage beamed and withdrew a bright red handkerchief from some mysterious hiding spot on her skimpy outfit and wiped her dark forehead. A male assistant, also dressed in a flashy version of the traditional garb of one of the southern countries, appeared onstage with a glass of water. The crowd broke up, some drifting off to watch the next act, others to approach the stage. The woman sipped her drink and chatted with her fans in a voice as full of sunshine as her smile.
Keizen retraced his steps to the wooden post near the entrance of the sideshow which listed the day's events. After that performance he was seriously considering leaving early. Mages and daredevils were
Second Chance Spirit Ch. 2 - The Cursed OneGray Fox drove a dented four-wheel-drive pickup with a covered cab for transporting Big Ass Bow. The christening had been left up to Coyote. Gray Fox refused to name his weapons, no matter how much cooler that made them.
The thought of seeing it in action both excited Coyote and left him with a nagging sense of dread. "So what's the biggest monster you ever killed with Bigass?" he said.
Gray Fox turned his eyes a fraction of an inch off the road to scowl at Coyote's continuous use of crude language, but he had long ago given up arguing about it. "I do not remember," he said.
"Did you ever work out the kinks of killing giants with it?"
"Great. And how big do you suppose this snake thing is? Thirty feet? Fourty?"
Coyote lifted the sheath on his belt and shook it. The weight and sturdy structure of the knife within offered little comfort. "So what's Plan B?” he said. “We just ask it nicely to hold still so we can stab it to death?"
A smile tugged at the corne
I rarely have a chance to photograph wildlife, so I practice with the skittish neighborhood cats. This one climbed into a thorny bush to hide from me. I will call it Z for the white shape on its leg.
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