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Show "Today, I make a flute," he said, his eyes peering r.errily through a mop of unruly hair. "With what?" she asked puzzled. "Oh, the middle willow at the spring is growing big," he said. "How big?" she asked. "The size of this finger," he said holding his fore finger out. "A flute must be the size of my thumb - the big part," she said. "Better to take a jar and water the willow each day and watch it grow." "But today, I would make a flute, my mother, and all the days after, I would make music - a slim flute," he pleaded. "Would you waste a good willow?" she asked, "when there is only one growing! I'iaka the flute when the middle willow is as big as my thumbi" "Did you not see how a boy, only last night, steed looking at the willow for a long time," he said, his voice rising. "A wise Navajo will water a willow ar.d watch it grow, and when it is ready ha will cut it," his mother said firmly. He followed her to the hoganj while hs ate his dried peaches and milk, his mother came to him putting her hand on his |