The Legend of Falling Rock

Laura K Marshall

Copyright 2012 Laura K Marshall / Wooden Tulip Press

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“Falling Rock, look out!” Chases Butterflies shouted as Falling Rock stumbled over a pile of firewood. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I am,” Falling Rock smiled shyly as Chases Butterflies helped him up.

“Good,” she replied returning to her work.

Falling Rock began backing away, smiling as big as a mountain cat.

“Watch out for those baskets,” yelled Chases Butterflies.

But it was too late. Falling Rock fell over the baskets, in his usual clumsy way. Everyone in the tribe always knew where he was because of the clouds of dust and clatter of things falling around him. But in spite of all his clumsiness, Falling Rock was a good helper and the Elders respected this special skill. He helped the medicine man prepare all the ingredients he would need for his presses and powders. He helped the young maidens find the best plants to make their baskets. But his most special skill was helping the scouts and hunting parties prepare for their journeys. He repaired bows and made arrows. He knew every supply they would need for any type of expedition.

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