Stories for Children by Michelle Manger Keip

Spirit Creek Safe-Keeping

Grandmother Sitting Hawk sat resting into the big spreading buckeye tree by the little creek in the high grass plain. Children gathered around her, eager for the evening story she gave to them each day. “I hear the first cricket, Grandmother Sitting Hawk. You can start the story now,” said the boy holding a forked stick. “Yes, I hear Sister Cricket, too.” The elder answered. “She says her story telling
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Livingness

Grandpa was in the backyard, sitting under the shade of the cedar trees by the fishpond. Mike pressed his hands and face against the window as he looked outside from the kitchen. His breath clouded up the glass. He licked a clearing in the middle of the foggy patch and then traced a circle around it with the tip of his nose. He stepped back, smiled with satisfaction at his expressive marks. Then he ran outside, the screen door slamming closed behind him.
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