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Show 99 ; "I'll leave Chosovi so she can fly for help if you need it." "Besides," Apa said, "I'm sure that catching a winter eagle will be much harder than catching a baby spring eagle. Two of you will make it easier." "Thanks," Toho said. "You're right. You're a brave woman. When you're able to walk again, you must come to meet my grandmother. You remind me of her." "May Com Mother and Father Sun protect you," Chua said. "Weil return very soon." They passed the kiva on their way out. "I have an idea," Chua said. "In the storage room there's a blanket made of rope that my father called a net. I think it was used to catch fish at the water's edge. If we throw it over the eagle, it won't be able to escape as easily as from a smooth blanket. He'll get caught in the holes." "We can take it if you wish," Toho said, "but the eagle will come to us willingly if we put the pahos in the nest." Chua grabbed the net and the boys continued. The padding of the boys' feet broke the stillness of the desert. Tall cactus dotted the mesa, and creeping cactus prickled their sandals if they didn't watch where they walked. It crept like caterpillars over the ground. "I'm glad you know the trail," Chua said. Toho began to jog, and Chua matched his stride. The bushy ends of a cactus brushed Chua's arm. He bled. "How can cactus that looks like puffs of lamb's wool from a distance be so sharp when it's touched?" "Hold your arm tightly, and the bleeding will stop," Toho said. |