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Show Kleeka's heart warned at the tune. Hs covered his head with his arms and listened as the 3and whipped around him. This i s the storm-wind song. He commenced humming along with i t. Tone3 r o l l e d clear and bright from hi3 throat. He wiggled happily at the song he wa3 making. The wind blew harder and the paper label mads a wild tune so high he strained to follow i t . He listened a long time and soEfflthing inside became r e s t l e s s - oh, i f I had a flute - a l l the sounds I hear each day I would learn on the f l u t e . 'When my mother asks for a new song, I will not sing, but the flute will play them. While the sand whipped around him and the wind blew i t s song on the t i n can, the thought came to him to make a flute - a f l u t e from the middle willow down by the spring. Not too far away from the goats - no goat would be l o s t this time; well remembering the l a s t storm and the goats running with the wind to the canyon rim and some were never found. Hi3 thoughts were l i k e feet running that moved him evsn i n the storm to the place where the willow grew. Beside the vri.lj.ovj a s-v.d dune had blown up nearly as t a l l as himself. .ileeka gouged a hole in the dune for s h e l t e r . Here h-.T! matched the willow bowing with the wind. He pulled the niddl-: |
