Then what happened, Grandfather?
I rode up the canyon
fast, to bring the grandmother. It is not a good sign for a child
to be born without a grandmother's blessing.
Was the wind still
calling for me, grandfather?
Yes, Boy, it was
whipping up sand as sharp as claws, and crying like a bobcat, "Boy-eeeeeeee!
Boy-eeeeeeee!"
Were you afraid,
grandfather?
I was much afraid.
How much afraid?
Heart-pounding afraid,
Boy.
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