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Spirit of the Tribe

Category: History_Fairy_Tales

(0) "Whatever happens, Song-bird, our spirit shall live on." those were my great-great-great-grandmother Yellow Rose's last words. She said this to her daughter, when the white men destroyed her village and shot her. After her mother's death, Songbird taught my grandmother, her daughter the ways of the tribe, even though it was broken into peices. And even though my mother married my dad, who was white, she teaches me the ancient ways of our tribe that my grandmother taught her. And now, I see this city in a differant way. A land full of plants, animals and spirit is now full of pollution, metal and tears. But this doesn't matter right now. I am here to tell my grandmother's story, before the land transformed. (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 7/31/2003 2:12:50 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(1) Song-bird rose, carefully picking up the bundle her grandmother had made for her, and ran out of the wigwam. Wiping her tears, she limped silently away, hoping to find a place to hide and rest, for if they found her, they would kill her because she was crippled and because she was the last of Yellow Rose's line. As she climbed into an old willow tree, her drowsy minds's last thought was "What did you do to make them hate you so, Grandmother?" (Center of the Universe, Age 8 to 12, 7/16/2004 2:17:42 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(2) Morend yelled at the men to move out, but even that didn't make him feel. Where was Yellow Rose?! "Aurgh!I hate this!"he burst out. Just then, Gorgerry came up and said, "We found a girl in a tree, sir, and she bears a resemblance to yellow rose. Do you wish to see her?"A grin spread across Morend's face."Aye Gorg, I do." (Center of the Universe, Age 8 to 12, 9/19/2004 1:48:31 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(3) Morend walked with his most trusted men to the tree in which song bird sat tearfully. "Aha, the last of yellow Rose's line, I shall destroy her!" Morend yelled, making Song Bird scream with fear and anger. Unfortunately, she had been so startled by the sudden and unsuspected cry of morend, that she lost her hold on the tree, and fell, down, down, the precious bundle still clasped in her hands, to the ground far, far below. "You can't take me, I will not let you!" she screamed, before she made contact with the ground, and was plunged in to darkness. (alison, Age 8 to 12, 10/13/2004 9:15:42 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(4) "The manas, the manas" Yellow Rose's spirit whispered reverently. I have reached the heaven and hell of Gaddara. Below her, todays traffic roared. (Iris Chala, Age 5 to 8, 11/7/2004 11:09:37 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(5) bill junped to yellow roses rescue as she through herself into the traffic belo (prop, Age 13 to 18, 11/9/2004 6:05:49 AM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(6) Who the hell is Bill? Delete that paragraph. Song Bird awoke to find herself leaning on the muddy bank of a river. There were bruises on her shoulders, and...What happened last night? She couldn't remember... Just pain, and death, and...No! (Lisa Chira, Age 8 to 12, 12/27/2004 3:41:25 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(7) Looking around, she carefully opened her bundle. Inside, she saw-a spider! It was a trick! The spider jumped at her viciously, but she easily evaded it. "They took everything, everything!" sobbing, shecrawled towards the trees, when she saw a tall figure, leaning gawkily against the willow, and staring into the ripple. (C. of the U!, Age 8 to 12, 1/31/2005 11:41:43 PM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(8) Then out of the dark came a charmeleon and started to use flamethrower.So she hid under a rock thinging it was ok but it wasn`t.Because the poke`mon was right behind her..... (poke`mon KYLE, Age 13 to 18, 3/17/2005 10:27:26 AM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(9) But the charmeleon begain to glow.Now it was a charizard.IT used,fly attack but missed.Now what will happen.... (poke`mon KYLE, Age 13 to 18, 3/17/2005 10:33:44 AM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(10) Suddenly, the figure came at her! She saw a knife in his hand! He said ," i'm going to put you out of your misery!" But she was dreaming. (Magnet101, Age 13 to 18, 3/17/2005 10:34:02 AM, SpiritoftheTribe)

(11) I took my great-grandmother's gold necklace and head out. The earth underneatm my moccasins. I try to imagine my ancestors spiritually, but I cannot prevail. I then realize: I am not part of my ancestor's wing unless I do something for the good of our tribe. I look around the forest, clean and help small animals. I plant new trees, too. A boy in dark green clothes walks up to me with some kid of weapon and... (Michael Weeks Jr., Age 8 to 12, 3/17/2005 10:39:11 AM, SpiritoftheTribe)

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