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Show - IK Then you can keen your benevolence, my elder brother- You should have left me to the iaws of the shark and the deen silent domain of Tangaroa." His angry, icy voice strangled in despair. Wetekia, who was listening, arose shakily to her feet. "Silence, my foolish grandson!" she said sharnly, her tired voice rising clearlv. "Your words to your brother offend me. They are the words of a selfish, spoiled child. I will hear them no more. They are not worthy to come from your lies." The old woman's emotion caused her to cause and gasn for breath. "Do you behold this tired, old body?" she asked. "Look uoon it. See this curved, bent back. It has come from years of carrying the wood and other loads too heavy for a woman. Notice these gnarled and crooked hands? They are the reward of rowing the canoes through cold night waters for many, manv seasons before you even saw life. Behold this weathered skin, wrinkled as the bark of the tree. It has been inherited through the storms of life. "Of none of these do I comnlain, because the gods have seen fit that I linger for some purpose |
