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Show "A boy looks at a willow," said his mother wiping dust from his face with her great skirt. "Batter to drive the goats to the corral." Urging him on, she said, "Hurry, the baby is alone." Kleeka looked back relieved to see the boy leave the willow and round up his sheep. Why did the boy stand so long looking at the willow. Why. 'Why. Why. Would he make a flute? These thoughts crowded his mind all the way home. Not until he saw the smoke rising from the hogan did the thoughts leave him. Better to think of baby sister and put his cheek against her tender skin - unlaca her from the board - swing her back and forth until she laughed. Ah the smell of the mutton stew! He ran to the black pot and pulled out a chunk of meat and ate it with long sucking sounds. Hi3 mother poured a little pan of water and held it before him. "Do you see a goat:" she asked. Kleeka laughed at hi3 muddy face. Then he put his lips to the water and drank. The water that was left, he buried his face in it and held it tiers to soak. Grabbing a rag from |