Long ago in a lush forest of green and gold there was a small village In the center of the vil lage was one large fire with heavy kettles hang ing above it and nearby were several houses made of wood and bark It was a village of peace and its people lived a beautiful and simple way of life
Every night the children of this village would gather around the fire and warm their faces by the light of the dancing flames They would listen to their elders tell magical stories about Amik the beaver Waboos the rabbit and Makwa the bear
As the storytellers spoke they waved their hands weaving visions and dreams into tales At the circle there was one young maiden who always listened more carefully than the rest Her name was Running Flower and she was as swift as the ancient white deer and more beautiful than the full night sun
