The Sign of Death
By Jesse L & L
No, no and no! Grandpa, I will not! Why cant you do it?!! said Erin angrily. Sonny, you must learn to respect your elders. Go now boy, go now, not wanting to argue any further, he went to face his fate of hunting a caribou.
Grumble grumble grumble. Mffft grunt. Cant go to the store. Got to kill the poor animals. Gee. mumbled Erin. Suddenly, he heard a loud Ra ca taw! It was a raven! It was circling not too far away! Oh, yes! It was not just one raven, it was a flock! He ran over to check it out, hacking through the trees, shrubs and under- growth with his spear. Whack! Snap! Pop! Finally clearing his way, he could not believe what he saw.
It was . . . A HUGE CARIBOU! Erin could not believe his eyes. It was already dead, too! He made a sled out of the wood he had chopped and dragged it back to his camp. His grandfather was very impressed. Boy, this is the finest work anyone has ever done. Congratulations! Hey, by the way, those pesky ravens didnt bother you, did they? Hmmm, Ill bet you had help, didnt you, suspected the grandfather.
Like you would not believe, said Erin.