ALONE within his teepee sat Iktomi. The sun was but a hands breadth from the
western edge of land.
"Those, bad, bad gray wolves! They ate up all my nice fat ducks!" muttered
he, rocking his body to and fro.
He was cuddling the evil memory he bore those hungry wolves. At last he
ceased to sway his body backward and forward, but sat still and stiff as a
"Oh! I'll go to Inyan, the…
You can share this discussion in two ways…
Share this link:
Send it with your computer's email program: Email this