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Show 58 Toho looked at his feet and smiled. "You're right. There's plenty of water, and you can have a jar every few days. Mother Earth takes much more than that." Chua didn't reply. Toho was giving the right answers. "Follow me," Toho said. He leaped to his feet and ran toward the spring. Chua jumped up to follow. The boys raced up the canyon to the narrow walls. Chosovi fluttered between them. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Chua said. "I have something to show you," Toho said. "Where's your grandmother?" asked Chua. "She's home cooking hahalviki for us to eat when the sun is high," Toho said "Hahalvikil" Chua said. His mouth watered. He could see the commeal wrapped in cornhusks and cooked between two stones. He remembered the last hahalviki his mother made. It burned his fingers when he unwrapped it, but the bread melted in his mouth. Toho left Chua behind. He was already across the boulders on his way to the end of the canyon. He doesn't seem to have stiff bones, thought Chua. Chosovi circled ahead of Toho. Chua scrambled to catch up. "Hurry," Toho said peering over the rocks down on the bubbling spring. Chua reached his side. Toho climbed to the tallest boulder and stood with his head and hands raised toward the sun. "Thank you Sotuknang for water and for a friend," he shouted. Chua smiled. |