- Ruka picks up a stone. He sets it by the others he had gathered. It was planing some tells his teacher once told him long ago. About the world. About the Spirits and even about the Gods. He planed to share these tells with his sons and daughters. Adventure, death and life the purfect circle. He loos at his stone circle and nods. It would do. Now to think of what story to tell. Maybe the one about the tiger. Maybe not. Maybe the one about the mushroom headed woman that lived in a shoe. not even, maybe the one about the garden gome that stole the earths heart. Not that wasn't it. He knew the story of the mother night spider and the warrior Raven that saved the world. Now that was a story.- if he dared to remember. First he had to gather wood then go travel and steal the two-legs hot sticks of glowing red amber. Maybe he would think of tale while he traveled.-
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