There once was an old Indian. His little grandson often came in the evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many perguntas that children ask. One dia the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face. Grandfather said, "Come, sit, tell me what has happened today." The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather's knee. Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes, the child's anger turned to quiet tears.
The boy said, "I went to the town today with my father, to trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because...
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