Emi

Little Hawk and the lost pelt

Today was the the day we were going to trade pelts with the Europeans and I was coming. I was hoping to get silk to sew.

“Little hawk,” Mama called. I was sitting next to our wise tall ancestor, the Willow tree. Suddenly getting waken from daydreaming by Mama calling, I yelled, “what?” “Calm down,” “It’s time to go.” Said mama in her sweetest voice.

Stumbling up I grabbed my bag that had a pelt in it, but it was too

light to have a pelt in it. I looked in and it was gone, Pop would be back soon and he’d be mad.

I needed Took, he lived across the river. How would I get across the river?

. . .

I was on Grandmother Willow. She was swaying in the breeze, I couldn’t hold on. I just needed to get to the other side. Star, my cat, leaped up onto my shoulder, her claws digging into my skin, she jumped onto a rock and then jumped to the other side. That’s how I could get across. Star was almost as smart as Took, but she could see in the dark.

“Hey Lil, have you seen Lil’ Hawk?” asked Mama. “No,” said Lil. Good they didn’t spot me.

. . .

“Took,” I yelled. I was on the other side. “Hey Hawk girl.” grimmest Took. (T u k.) “I said don’t call me that!” I yelled. “I lost a pelt can you help me?” I asked. “You are to the right person,” answered Took.

I felt like something was following me, I turned around, nothing was there. I hoped it wasn’t Bean, he always follows me.

“This should be good,” said Took. He was holding a bear skin that smelled like fish and looked like it was in a cellar for 1 million years. “I’ll take it,” I said.

. . .

When I got back to my house Bean was nowhere to be seen… This was bad…

We were about to go. I was supposed to watch him. I looked in the cabin, there was a lump of pelts next to me, I looked through them. “Bean!” I said madly. He was curled up with the pelt. “Sorry!” “But it looked so comfy and I missed my nap,” complained Bean. “Ugh,”I groaned.

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