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Show Then he went to the coolness of the cliffs to eat and find the Cicada. It was not long until ha found one. He made finger tracks in the sand to herd it along. "A stubborn goat," he said aloud when he would not go the way he wanted. He watched it for hours as it ran on legs no bigger than a hair. The rattling sound Kleeka could make easily.. My mother will be happy when she hears the Cicada song, he thought. When the shadows were long, Kleeka rounded up the goats and took them home. His mother smiled as she stirred the mutton 3tew. Kleeka sang the song of the Cicada and the bird. Kleeka remembered the boy who came to water the willow and he told his mother. The trouble thoughts came to him again. He noticed the smile left his mother's face. She said thing3 to make him wonder. "Yes, the middle willow will make a good flute," she said thoughtfully, "But a better flute is here^'and she pointed to his throat. Then she thought some more and said quickly, "Water the willow - water it each day." But the next morning Kleeka's mother was smiling when she handed him his sack and jar. Kleeka poked at the baby's cheek and when it laughed, he said, "Here is the song I will bring |