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Show willow from the sand and matched i t with his finger, xes, he thought, i t will sake a f l u t e - not a strong one but with a sharp knife - doing as his uncle had told him - carefully - carefully - tomorrow - tomorrow - could he wait? For hours he waited and watched the storm blow i t s e lf to death ~ and the sun went down taking the wind with i t . Than Kleeka rounded up his sand laden goats, counted them and started for home. He had not gone far when ha saw his mother hurrying to meet h i s . It was her red s k i r t he saw f i r s t - the new one with many fold3. Then a l l of her - the velvet tunic - the smooth black h a i r and her black eyes with a frightened look. "Kleeka, my son," she cried, "The storm did not cut you down?" She ran to him and shook the sand from his shoulders and brushed vigorously a t his mop of short-chopped h a i r. Kleeka's black eyes shone through a mask of d i r t , "I was i n a hole in the sand." He turned and pointed to the place, surprised at what he saw. "A boy stands looking at the willow," he said looking up a t his mother, "He i s holding i t tro ~ now he bends down to see i t better!" |