Center of the Universe: 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?"