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Post by michiko on Aug 20, 2005 10:54:01 GMT -5
*still typing non-stop* almost,...almost,...GOT IT!!!! I finally found his bloodline... here it is,..his registered name is DaNapitov.  |
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Post by lisa on Aug 20, 2005 14:55:04 GMT -5
cool
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Post by michiko on Aug 20, 2005 20:21:53 GMT -5
lol, so, you guys ready? i've got a leadon his where abouts...tracks leading north
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Post by lisa on Aug 20, 2005 23:05:54 GMT -5
Do the fot prints look fresh I asked slowing dwon buck from a canter.
leting the frsh air flirt with my hair i asked "what happened to the bioy and the horse after that?"
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Post by michiko on Aug 21, 2005 13:23:54 GMT -5
Yeah,..They're by a little creek, .....*typing* GPS is soooo wonderful....lol See here's a picture.  *looks at the sky* Wind Horse & Sianzo, was the boy's name, now live in the Hunting Grounds together for eternity. Sometimes on a cool, calm, breezy day, you can see Wind Horse run in the clouds,....He's running in them today,...see? *points at a group of clouds*  He's beautiful, isn't he? |
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Post by lisa on Aug 21, 2005 14:14:56 GMT -5
wow I like this story wight are you kiding me I love this story.
Well do you now were the nearst watring ground north way from that point?
it might help us find out the trail.
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Post by michiko on Aug 21, 2005 14:43:10 GMT -5
Yeah, it's a pretty cool story, i'll tell you more if you like
.... hmm it's due north from here,...let's go! *puts the laptop away & squeezes Dancer with her legs, grabs the reins & gallops off*
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Post by lisa on Aug 21, 2005 15:03:20 GMT -5
I'd love to hear more I sqirmed with dlight squeezing my feet acrooss his well over fed belly and galoping bhinde Mchiko
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Post by michiko on Aug 21, 2005 15:31:47 GMT -5
hmm, i'll tell you every story i know, k? there are many,...about 20-40 i think,...this one is called, The Red Bird
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Post by michiko on Aug 21, 2005 15:32:31 GMT -5
The Red Bird
Once, when time was not quite old enough to be counted, there lived a beautiful Indian maiden. This was a special maiden. She could do all the work that needed to be done to keep her lodge in order and to satisfy her mate. But this maiden did not have what she longed for - her mate. As she sat under the large tree one day, she heard the Redbird.
"Redbird, is it so strange for me to wish to have someone to care for, who will care for me?", asked the maiden. "If it is not so strange, why have I not found that one meant for me?"
The redbird had no answer for the Indian maiden, but he sat and listened to her because he could hear the lonely in her voice. Every morning for the passing of seven suns, the Redbird came and listened to the maiden's story. As each day passed, the loneliness felt by the maiden began to fill the Redbird.
One day in the Redbird's far travels, he came to a handsome Indian brave. The brave saw the Redbird and called to him. As he began to talk, the Redbird felt the loneliness in his voice that the maiden had shown. Soon the Redbird began to see that these two lonely people had the same wish, to find another who would love and care for them as they would care for their mate.
On the fifth day of listening to the brave, the Redbird became as a bird that is sick. The brave became concerned, for the Redbird had become his friend. As the brave walked toward him, the Redbird began hopping, leading the brave to the lodge of the Indian maiden. Because the brave was wanting to see if the Redbird was all right, he did not notice that he was going from his home. The Redbird saw the Indian maiden sitting outside of her lodge and when he came very close to her (to where the brave would see the Indian maiden) he flew away. The brave saw the Indian maiden and realized that he had wandered far from his home. He went to the Indian maiden to ask where he was.
The Redbird sat in the tree and watched the brave and the maiden. At first the brave was shy and the maiden would not talk, but soon they were talking and laughing like old friends.
Redbird saw this and thought that it was good. He had done as he could and now it was up to the brave and maiden. As Redbird flew to his home he thought of how Great Spirit had known that someday the two would find each other. Now it was good, thought Redbird, that maiden had someone who would see for her and Brave had someone that would hear for him and that they finally had someone who would care.
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Post by michiko on Aug 21, 2005 15:57:03 GMT -5
I have more stories, you only have to ask,... here's some more that i know
How the World Was Made
Daughter of the Sun
How the Terrapin Beat the Rabbit
Why the Mink Smells
How the Turkey Got Its Beard
The Bullfrog Lover
The Star Feathers
The Snake Boy
Origin of the Buffalo
How the Buffalo Hunt Began
The Release of the Animals
Shooting the Red Eagle
How the Earth Was Made
How Rabbit Fooled Alligator
The Thunder Helper
Big Head and Goat Horn
The Child Who Turned Into an Owl
The Crow and the Hawk
The Jug Boy
The Five Nations
Battle With the Snakes
Why There Are Mosquitoes
The Fierce Beast
The Hermit Thrush
The Gift of Corn
Legend of the White Buffalo
The Legend of the Dream Catcher
Story of the Rabbits
The Good Looking Woman
When Squirrels Were Huge
The Hunter and the Owl
Spider Rock
At The Rainbow's End
Coyote Kills a Giant
Godasiyo The Woman Chief
How the Chipmunk Got Its Stripes
The Forgotten Ear of Corn
The Rabbit and the Elk
The Artichoke and the Muskrat
The Legend of Standing Rock
The Story of the Peace Pipe
The Bound Children
How the Rabbit Lost His Tail
The Rabbit and the Grouse Girls
And my favorite,.The Woman Who Fell From the Sky
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Post by michiko on Aug 30, 2005 20:05:23 GMT -5
Lol after about 4 months on the chase, i caught my Zanzibar, he let me.
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Post by lisa on Aug 31, 2005 10:22:37 GMT -5
congragilation lol
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