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Show slim throat, "Hare is your flute, ny son." ihe took the knife lying on the ground and stuck it in the log. Kleeka gulped his last bite wondering if his mother was right - fearful at what ha might find when he got to the willow. He saw his mother's kind eye3 looking straight through him as she handed him a sack of dried meat and bread. "There's a new bird down by the spring, " she said, "bring its song back to me." She ran and got a jar and handed it to him, giving him a gentle push, "Go tend the goats." He ran a few steps, then turned back shouting, "I'll water the willow and it will be mine!" The way was far but he did not stop until he reached the place where the willow grew. It was limp and bent over and there was foot tracks around it. Kleeka raised it up from the sand and ran to ths spring, filled his jar and as he poured the water over the willow, he cried, "Grow willow, grow." Tha echo came back like music from tha high cliffs. He ran to water the goats and put them to graze on the dry stubble. Then he went to hunt for the nest of ths new bird. When he did not find it around the cliff, he went back |