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Friday, 14 November 2014

it's Frizzy Lizzy time

Hi dear friends and followers, Yes, today is Saturday, Frizzy Lizzy day. Take five, relax and enjoy. 
Frizzy Lizz

Hi! Come on in! The coffee's on and I'm so glad to see you this morning! Sure, there's coffee, and plenty of it, and I just finished baking some cinnamon rolls, so have one.

I just wasn't ready for this weather, how about you? On Monday it was nice, even warmer than it should be, then this "polar vortex" comes down here. Now what the hell is that about? Did Sarah Palin piss-off the Alaskan weather gods and now they are punishing us?

When is the last time that you saw such snow on November 14? I've seen snow flurries in the middle of October but I don't recall anything like this. I go to sleep with snow showers and wake-up to this mess! We have at least 15 centimeters of snow out there and I just wasn't ready for this.
All of this cold weather makes me feel very athletic, like I want to take-up a new sport: extreme hibernation! And the snow and cold has convinced me that I will be starting at the right time.

I have to give credit to Charley. He got started early on cleaning the sidewalks and the driveway for me. He drove here in his clattering, diesel-powered pick-up truck, took out the gasoline-powered snow blower, put on his hearing protectors, and cleared everything for me while I made us breakfast. I made sausage and eggs with fried potatoes for him. I cooked it very slowly, at about the same speed as he was moving. I turned on the fan so the aroma wafted outside. The longer I was cooking, the better he was working.

Now he could have driven over here in his car, and taken my electric snow blower from the garage, cleared the walks just about as fast, and then come in for breakfast. Why did I mention that? I'll tell you why.

Have you ever noticed how much men like things that make a lot of noise? I mean, the diesel truck with the clicking and clattering engine, the gasoline snow blower, they both make lots of noise yet one can do the same thing with quieter car and an almost silent electric snow blower, but no, Charley opted for the noise.

What do you mean, that's why Charlie likes me? You can leave after your second cinnamon roll, you smart-ass!

Now I ask you, if a fast car didn't make noise, if it just ran like the wind, but it was quiet, do you think that a man would drive it?

I still cannot recall when I have seen so much snow so early in the year! Most of the time the hunters are praying for snow to make it easier to track the deer, and hunting season for deer doesn't start until the first week of December.

What's that? Charley go deer hunting? Susan, the only "dear" that he hunts these days is the two-legged kind, and he seems to be stuck on chasing their behinds! He can chase all he wants as long as the only one he catches is me!

When we first met he was as much into killing a deer as I was able to fly by flapping my arms. He had a nice rifle with a telescope sight, warm clothing, good boots, everything that one would need to hunt deer. He knew where the deer would pass and how far he would have to go to carry one out of the woods, but do you know something? I doubt that he ever fired his gun at a deer.

I believe that he just got dressed and went into the woods at sunrise and took a good, long walk just to get away from the rest of the world, and I never questioned him about that. Really, I was sort of jealous in a way. I wished that I could go with him, but that would have ruined his solitary walk.

Does he hunt small game? Susan, he'll get in on any game so long as there are at least three other players and a deck of cards, but that's another story.

It's slowly warming-up out there. The township has cleared the streets and I need to go out for groceries. Do you want to come along? With this weather one can never have too much bread, milk, or toilet paper.
Created by Cynthia©

Thank you again for dropping by to visit Frizzy Lizzy. I would appreciate knowing what your thoughts are on it, thank you and have a wonderful weekend.
ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Lady

Cherokee myth concerning Medicine

Hi dear friends and followers, bellow is a short introduction to the Native American legends and myths 

Tennessee was the home to the Cherokee People, a highly advanced nation that was functioning quite well, long before its first contact with white people. That contact likely took place in 1540-41 when Hernando de Soto led an expedition into northern Georgia and eastern Tennessee.

The Cherokee were one of the largest of five Native American tribes who settled in the southeast portion of what was to become the United States. The tribe came from Iroquoian descent. They had originally been from the Great Lakes region of the country, but eventually settled closer to the east coast.

Despite popular folklore, the Cherokee actually lived in cabins made of logs instead of the stereotypical tee pee. They were a strong tribe with several smaller sections, all led by chiefs. The tribe was highly religious and spiritual. When the American Revolution took place, the Cherokee supported the British and even assisted them in battle by taking part in several attacks.

Eventually around the 1800s, the Cherokee began to adopt the culture that the white man brought to them. They began to dress more European, and even adopted many of their farming and building methods.

Gold was discovered in Georgia in the 1830's. Outsiders were already coveting Cherokee homelands and a period of "Indian removals" made way for encroachment by settlers, prospectors and others. Ultimately, thousands of Cherokee men, women and children were rounded up in preparation for their "removal" at the order of President Andrew Jackson in his direct defiance of a ruling of the U.S. Supreme Court ("[Justice] John Marshall has made his decision; let him enforce it now if he can." - Andrew Jackson).

The Cherokee were herded at bayonet point, into a forced march of 1,000 miles on what is known as the Trail of Tears, ending with their arrival in "Indian Territory", which is today part of the state of Oklahoma. Thousands died in the internment camps, along the trail itself, and even after their arrival, due to the effects of the journey.

When all was said and done, about 4,000 Cherokee lost their lives on the journey. Today, the Cherokee have a strong sense of pride in their heritage. The Cherokee rose is now the state flower of Georgia. Today, the largest population of Cherokee live in the state of Oklahoma, where there are three federally recognized Cherokee communities with thousands of residents.

A Proud Heritage

Since the earliest contact with European explorers in the 16th century, the Cherokee people have been consistently identified as one of the most socially and culturally advanced of the Native American tribes. Cherokee culture thrived many hundreds of years before initial European contact in the southeastern area of what is now the United States. Cherokee society and culture continued to develop, progressing and embracing cultural elements from European settlers. The Cherokee shaped a government and a society matching the most civilized cultures of the day.


Following their removal and the Trail of Tears, the Cherokee soon re-established themselves in their new home with communities, churches, schools, newspapers and businesses. The new Cherokee capital of Tahlequah, along with nearby Park Hill, became a major hub of regional business activity and the center of cultural activity.

The Cherokee adopted a new constitution in September of 1839 and in 1844 the Cherokee Advocate, printed in both Cherokee and English, became the first newspaper in Indian Territory and the first-ever published in a Native American language. The Cherokee Messenger was their first periodical or magazine.

The tribe's educational system of 144 elementary schools and two higher education institutions - the Cherokee Male and Female Seminaries - rivaled, if not surpassed all other schools in the region. Many white settlements bordering the Cherokee Nation took advantage of their superior school system, actually paying tuition to have their children attend Cherokee schools.

Reading materials made possible by Sequoyah’s 1821 creation of the Cherokee Syllabary led the Cherokee people to a level of literacy significantly higher than their white counterparts well before Oklahoma became the country's 46th state in 1907.
The Cherokee rebuilt a progressive lifestyle from remnants of the society and the culture left behind in Georgia. 

The years between the removal and the 1860’s have often been referred to as the Cherokee's "Golden Age,” a period of prosperity ending in tribal division over loyalties in the Civil War.

Unfortunately, even more Cherokee lands and rights were taken by the federal
government after the war in reprimand for the Cherokee who chose to side with the Confederacy. What remained of Cherokee tribal land was eventually divided into individual allotments, doled out to Cherokees listed in the census compiled by the Dawes Commission in the late 1890s. It is the descendants of those original enrollees who make up today’s Cherokee Nation tribal citizenship.

Here is a Cherokee myth concerning the Origin of Disease and Medicine

In the old days the beasts, birds, fishes, insects, and plants could all talk, and they and the people lived together in peace and friendship. But as time went on the people increased so rapidly that their settlements spread over the whole earth, and the poor animals found themselves beginning to be cramped for room. This was bad enough, but to make it worse Man invented bows, knives, blowguns, spears, and hooks, and began to slaughter the larger animals, birds, and fishes for their flesh or their skins, while the smaller creatures, such as the frogs and worms, were crushed and trodden upon without thought, out of pure carelessness or contempt. So the animals resolved to consult upon measures for their common safety.

The Bears were the first to meet in council in their townhouse under Kuwâ'hï mountain, the "Mulberry Place," and the old White Bear chief presided. After each in turn had complained of the way in which Man killed their friends, ate their flesh, and used their skins for his own purposes, it was decided to begin war at once against him.

Someone asked what weapons Man used to destroy them. "Bows and arrows, of course, cried all the Bears in chorus. "And what are they made of?" was the next question. "The bow of wood, and the string of our entrails," replied one of the Bears. It was then proposed that they make a bow and some arrows and see if they, could not use the same weapons against Man himself. So one Bear got a nice piece of locust wood and another sacrificed himself for the good of the rest in order to furnish a piece of his entrails for the string.

But when everything was ready and the first Bear stepped up to make the trial, it was found that in letting the arrow fly after drawing back the bow, his long claws caught the string and spoiled the shot. This was annoying, but someone suggested that they might trim his claws, which was accordingly done, and on a second trial it was found that the arrow went straight to the mark.

But here the chief, the old White Bear, objected, saying it was necessary that they should have long claws in order to be able to climb trees. "One of us has already died to furnish the bowstring, and if we now cut off our claws we must all starve together. It is better to trust to the teeth and claws that nature gave us, for it is plain that man's weapons were not intended for us."

No one could think of any better plan, so the old chief dismissed the council and the Bears dispersed to the woods and thickets without having concerted any way to prevent the increase of the human race. Had the result of the council been otherwise, we should now be at war with the Bears, but as it is, the hunter does not even ask the Bear's pardon when he kills one.

The Deer next held a council under their chief, the Little Deer, and after some talk decided to send rheumatism to every hunter who should kill one of them unless he took care to ask their pardon for the offense. They sent notice of their decision to the nearest settlement of Indians and told them at the same time what to do when necessity forced them to kill one of the Deer tribe.

Now, whenever the hunter shoots a Deer, the Little Deer, who is swift as the wind and can not be wounded, runs quickly up to the spot and, bending over the blood-stains, asks the spirit of the Deer if it has heard the prayer of the hunter for pardon. If the reply be "Yes," all is well, and the Little Deer goes on his way; but if the reply be "No," he follows on the trail of the hunter, guided by the drops of blood on the ground, until he arrives at his cabin in the settlement, when the Little Deer enters invisibly and strikes the hunter with rheumatism, so that he becomes at once a helpless cripple.

No hunter who has regard for his health ever fails to ask pardon of the Deer for killing it, although some hunters who have not learned the prayer may try to turn aside the Little Deer from his pursuit by building a fire behind them in the trail.

Next came the Fishes and Reptiles, who had their own complaints against Man. They held their council together and determined to make their victims dream of snakes twining about them in slimy folds and blowing foul breath in their faces, or to make them dream of eating raw or decaying fish, so that they would lose appetite, sicken, and die. This is why people dream about snakes and fish.

Finally the Birds, Insects, and smaller animals came together for the same purpose, and the Grubworm was chief of the council. It was decided that each in turn should give an opinion, and then they would vote on the question as to whether or not Man was guilty. Seven votes should be enough to condemn him.

One after another denounced Man's cruelty and injustice toward the other animals and voted in favor of his death. The Frog spoke first, saying: "We must do something to check the increase of the race, or people will become so numerous that we shall be crowded from off the earth. See how they have kicked me about because I'm ugly, as they say, until my back is covered with sores;" and here he showed the spots on his skin.

Next came the Bird--no one remembers now which one it was--who condemned Man "because he burns my feet off," meaning the way in which the hunter roasts birds by impaling them on a stick set over the fire, so that their feathers and tender feet are singed off.

Others followed in the same strain. The Ground-squirrel alone ventured to say a good word for Man, who seldom hurt him because he was so small, but this made the others so angry that they fell upon the Ground-squirrel and tore him with their claws, and the stripes are on his back to this day.

They began then to devise and name so many new diseases, one after another, that had not their invention at last failed them, no one of the human race would have been able to survive.

The Grubworm grew constantly more pleased as the name of each disease was called off, until at last they reached the end of the list, when some one proposed to make menstruation sometimes fatal to women. On this he rose-up in his place and cried: "Wadâñ'! [Thanks!] I'm glad some more of them will die, for they are getting so thick that they tread on me." The thought fairly made him shake with joy, so that he fell over backward and could not get on his feet again, but had to wriggle off on his back, as the Grubworm has done ever since.

When the Plants, who were friendly to Man, heard what had been done by the animals, they determined to defeat the latter's evil designs. Each Tree, Shrub, and Herb, down even to the Grasses and Mosses, agreed to furnish a cure for some one of the diseases named, and each said: "I shall appear to help Man when he calls upon me in his need." Thus came medicine; and the plants, every one of which has its use if we only knew it, furnish the remedy to counteract the evil wrought by the revengeful animals. Even weeds were made for some good purpose, which we must find out for ourselves. When the doctor does not know what medicine to use for a sick man the spirit of the plant tells him.

Thank you again for dropping by to read this Native American legend. I would appreciate knowing what your thoughts are on it, thank you and have a wonderful weekend.

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Lady

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Timucua Legend

Hi dear friends and followers

 Long ago in what is now the State of Florida, one of the dominant peoples was the Timucua. They were a part of the Creek Alliance and who settled the northern and central portions of the peninsula. They were farmers who also fished, gathered seafood, and hunted local birds, deer, and alligators.

The legend we will share today is a creation myth that is quite different from those of the Native Peoples of the northeastern portion of North America. There is no Sky Woman, no Turtle Island, and no heroic animal, like Muskrat, to save humanity.

Please tell me what you think of these stories. I would really appreciate knowing how well you like them and any improvements that you would like to see made to them. Have a pleasant day!

Timucua Legend

When Creator, Yayjaba' created the world, he created first the Spirit of Water and the Spirit of Wind. Then Yajaba' created the large pond and in the middle of the pond he placed the land.

Into the waters of the pond he placed the swimmers - those that breathed above the water and those that breathed under the waters. Then Yayjaba' saw that the land was beginning to slide down into the water, so he created the swimmers that would live on the bottom of the waters - there they would always live, feed on the bottom and helping to hold the land steady, to keep it from sliding further into the waters.

Then Yayjaba' opened the Great Cave and brought out all of the two-legged, four-legged, winged, crawlers, and the oriri' (insects). Each moved out onto the land and found a place for their home. Wind and Water roamed over the land, wind bringing cool breeze in the heat of the day, and Water bringing refreshing rain to the face of the land.

But as they roamed, Yayjaba' saw that move land was being lost into the water - the swimmers living on the bottom were holding as tight as they could, but they could not stop the land from falling into the waters. It was then that Yayjaba' created the one-legged ones. He said to them "you are my silent ones, you have been given no voice with which to speak, and you have been given but one leg, so that you can stand but can not move. 

But you are to do wondrous things - you will be the protectors of the land. Where I place you, you are to grab the land and hold it still. When Wind wanders the land, you must hold the land steady so that his breath does not blow the land into the waters, and when Water wanders the land, you must hold the land steady so that his rain does not push the land into the waters. 

All of you, from the mightiest oak to the smallest flower, to the single blade of grass, you are to hold tight to the land".

"For doing this, the one-legged ones are to be given special gifts - you will amaze all others with your ability to live anywhere, you will find homes in the crevices of rocks, on the face of mountains, in burning sands,

fertile land, arid land, you will live in fresh water, and water having salt, some will be given stinging needles, and some will provide food for many - many others will seek your shade, and others will find homes in your arms. Some of you will live but for a single cycle, but will have many children, thus you will continue for ever, and some of you will see more cycles than any other - you will become the true 'ancient ones' of this land. You will also be the beginning of the cycle and the continuation of the cycles. 

When you fall to the land that you so faithfully held, you will become a part of the land, and your children will take hold where you once stood, and they will draw strength from you, thus you will continue for eve".

"All that have come out of The Cave, and onto the land must show you great respect - they will know that you are the protectors of the land. 

When they lose that respect, and cast you down before your time, then the breath of Wind will blow the land, and dust will fill the air, and those lacking respect will suffer greatly - Water will roam the land, and to those lacking respect, he will give too much rain, and the land will be washed away, and the waters will carry away those that lack respect - to others that lack respect, he will withhold his rain giving them none until they dry up and are blown away by the breath of Wind. To any that brings you to destruction, they bring themselves to destruction. You are my silent ones, you have been given no voice with which to speak, and you have been given but one leg, so you can stand but can not move - but you are my protectors of the land".

This is why we can take no one-legged one without first asking for permission, we must explain our need - we must approach with respect and ask forgiveness with respect. To cast down a one-legged one before its time and without respect will bring about our own destruction.

Walk in Harmony

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ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

A Lonely Dragon

Hi dear friends and followers. here we are it is Wednesday Poetry Day. I didn't get around to composing my own today but I have found a wonderful poem called "A lonely Dragon," author Jessica . I think you will find it interesting, so take five, relax , and have a pleasant read, and hope you enjoy it.
A Lonely Dragon

Always been free to fly.
But since all the little creatures-
With their bows and arrows-
Inhabited the lands,
Freedom is no longer grace.

In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind,
Always hiding behind the great green vines,
Trying to pretend everything is fine.
A lonely mystical creature,
A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky.

All alone in a big black hole of despair,
Weeping over the devastation.
The once beautiful, once peaceful land,
Is now an unsafe land of ruins.

Flying with nothing but peace in my mind,
Over the misty mountains,
And the colourful fields full of flowers.

Hearing the screams of the little creatures.
Then, suddenly a sharp silver arrow through the head,
Dropping involuntarily to the ground,
Like an unwanted piece of meat,
Not being able to fend off all the beating and bashing.

My soul starts slowly drifting to a more peaceful place,
Where my mystical family gracefully fly free,
A place with limitless strawberries and daisies.

Listening to the, now faint, malicious laughter of those cruel little creatures,
A painful, yet calming breeze blows over my lifeless body.

Finally free to fly in the wondrous, crystal blue sky.
Now I'm not the lonely red and black creature of the empty sky.


© Jessica

Published: Oct 2008

Family Friend Poems

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The Hitchiti Tribe Georgia

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I introduce to you the;
Hitchiti Tribe

Based upon the information on the map to which I have access, the State of Georgia seems like it was a crossroads for several Native American peoples and cultures.

The Hichiti, Oconee, and Miccosukee Tribes had a major presence in the area. Today we will look at three of their legends. Our friend, Rabbit, the trickster, returns. The legends also feature other creatures indigenous to the region.

Thank you for following these stories. I enjoy finding them and sharing them with you.

The Race Between Wolf and Terrapin

Wolf met Terrapin and boasted that he could outrun him. Terrapin said, "I am fast," and Wolf said, "I am fast, too." Then Terrapin said to Wolf, "Let us run a race."

After they had set a day, Terrapin went away and looked for some other terrapins.

They had agreed to race across four hills and so Terrapin set one of the other terrapins on each of the hills, but he sat on the last himself.

When the time had come, and Wolf had arrived, Terrapin said, "When I whoop I am going to start." Presently he whooped and immediately Wolf ran as fast as he could go until he got up on top of one of the hills. When he came there he saw a terrapin climb the next and sit down upon it.

He ran on again and when he got to the top of that hill, he saw a terrapin climb up on the third hill and sit down.

Wolf thought he was beaten so he left and went away. On a later day, when Terrapin and Wolf met, Terrapin said, "You said you did not believe me, but I beat you."

It is told that way.

Heron and Hummingbird

Heron and Humming Bird agreed to race. They said to each other, "We will race for four days, and whichever is first on the fourth day to reach and sit down by a big dead tree standing on the bank of the river shall own all the fish and the water."

When the time for the race came, Heron started off, while Humming Bird went along or stopped as he chose. While he was going about tasting the flowers Heron overtook him and went on past, while Humming Bird when he got ready went on and overtook Heron.

He passed him and when he got a considerable distance ahead tasted the flowers again. While he was flitting about, Heron kept on, reached him, and went past, but while he was going along Humming Bird overtook and passed him once more.

When night came he stopped and slept. Humming Bird sat there asleep, but Heron traveled all night. He went on past and when day came Humming Bird chased him and again overtook him.

They went on and the night of the fourth day Humming Bird also slept. He sat where he was until morning and then started on, but when he got to where the dead tree stood, Heron had reached it first and was sitting on it.

When Humming Bird got there Heron said to him, "We agreed that whoever got to the dead tree first should own all of the water.

Now all of the water is mine." Because Heron said to Humming Bird, "You must not drink water but only taste of the flowers when you travel about," Humming Bird has since merely tasted of the flowers.

This is how it has always been told.

The Tasks of Rabbit

Rabbit asked food of an old man. Then the old man said to him, "Kill an alligator and bring it to me and when I see it I will enumerate to you all of the various kinds of food that you may eat."

Rabbit started along thinking over what he should say to the Alligator in order to kill him. He got close to a river and thought, "I might tell him this." He went into the water and spoke aloud to any Alligator that was in the water, "Are you here, old person?"

"Yes, I am here," the Alligator answered. "Why have you come here?" asked the Alligator, and Rabbit said, "Because they told me to bring you to fashion a wooden spoon." "All right, I will fashion it," the Alligator answered, and he came out.

Now Rabbit started on ahead, and when he got some distance away Rabbit thought of a way to kill him. He picked up a stick and beat the Alligator repeatedly, but the latter ran back to the water and, with Rabbit still beating him, jumped into the stream and swam away.

Rabbit stopped. He did not know how he was to make Alligator believe again. Then he thought, "I might tell him this." He turned himself into a gray squirrel. There was a tree that hung over the water and bent down toward it, and the Rabbit, thus turned into a gray squirrel, sat on the top of that tree and made a chattering noise which the Alligator heard as he lay in the water.

"I am getting tired of your noise," said the Alligator finally. "Well," Rabbit answered, "the old man told Rabbit to bring you to chop out a wooden spoon for him. He went and has not returned, so he said to me, 'Go and see what is the matter.' That is why I am here."

"One was around talking like that," said the Alligator, "and beat me a lot, and in spite of what you are saying you might do the same thing."

"Rabbit is always a fool, they say. He came over and treated you so because he is just a fool. He came over because the old man wants to employ you to chop out a wooden spoon, but he treated you abominably. But come out and chop it for me and I will take it back."

He came out and followed him. Both set out. When they got near the place where he had beaten him before the Alligator said, "Right here Rabbit beat me."

After he had told him, they reached the place, and, while they were going along a little beyond it, the Alligator said, "If Rabbit had known where to hit me in order to kill me he could have done so. He did not know and so I am alive." "Where does one have to hit you to kill you?" the Gray Squirrel asked the Alligator. "My hip joint is the place on which to hit me. Then when I stop and raise my head, all that is necessary is to hit me on the back of my head. One must do that in order to kill me, but Rabbit did not know it. He hit me in another place and did not kill me."

Now while they were going on Rabbit again picked up a stick he found, turned and ran back to the Alligator and hit him on the hip joint. This stopped him, and when the Alligator threw his head up he hit him upon the back of it and killed him. Then he cut off his tail, impaled it on the stick and took it to the old man.

But the old man said to him, "Pick up a sackful of ants and bring them back." So Rabbit took a sack and started off. He arrived at the Ants' home and said to them, "Many people were saying that the Ants can not fill this sack, but I said it could be filled, and so I have come here to prove it."

When Rabbit told the Ants this they said, "There are many of us here. We can fill that sack." He opened the sack and all of the Ants went in, and then he closed it.

When he brought it back the old man said, "Kill a rattlesnake and bring it to me." He started off again and came to a place where he had noticed a rattlesnake was living. He sharpened a short stick at one end and carried it along. Then Rabbit said to the Rattlesnake, "People were saying, you are of about the length of this stick. 'No, he is a long fellow,' I said to them, and, when they would not believe me, I said, 'Well then, I will go and measure him,' and so I am here."

The Snake answered, "I am not a small fellow." He stretched out, and while he lay there Rabbit began measuring him from the end of his tail toward the bead. But when he got as far as the back of his head with the sharp stick, he stuck it through into the ground and killed him. He took him up and came back with him.

When he brought the body of the Rattlesnake to the old man the latter said, "I do not know what else to ask of you. Come to me." 

So Rabbit went up to the old man and the latter pulled his ears up and down. He stretched his long ears straight up. He slapped one cheek and made it flat. He did the same thing to both, so that both cheeks became flat. This is how Rabbit came to look as he now does.

This is how it is told.

Thank you again for dropping by to read this Native American legend. I would appreciate knowing what your thoughts are on it, thank you and have a wonderful weekend.

ڰۣIn Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ