Many, many moons ago, as the story goes, a young brave was attending classes to become a great warrior. It had taken this child some time to become accustomed to wearing clothes, which is how he acquired his name, Running Bare. Members of other tribes thought it to be a spelling error, but it wasn’t.
Running Bare never excelled in his classes. He wouldn’t study and failed at just about everything. Traveling through the forest without making a sound was his worst class. Often, he would play tricks on his friends. Once he glued thin river reeds to the shafts of their arrows. If they didn’t notice it and went ahead and shot the arrow at some wild game, the wind would whistle through the reed as the arrow flew and alert the animal to the approaching danger. They’d always miss.
Running Bare eventually washed out of Brave School and took a job as a clerk in a local convenience Teepee. He’d sell handmade trinkets to the white man and run the war paint mixer behind the counter.
Out of respect for the Indian
Nation, this story has been left out of history books, and it is recommended that
you not Google Running Bare.
ZC
1 comment:
Yep! You know I had to Google it!! Duh!
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