Many moons ago, my great grandfather, Flying Eagle, told me about the tide of demons descending from giant wooden canoes. He said that many looked like snow upon the grass. Yet, some had black hair like the buffalo. These demons devoured down the forest where the children of the mother lived. They built tree houses on the water and dug up Mother Earth. We saw this and were disturbed. Yet, we said nothing and waited.

Mother Earth was not pleased and unleashed her fury, ice fell for the heavens, and her tears were cold. Then she covered the land with her signs of displeasure. She first threw a blanket of snow, Standing Bear-high, that the demons trembled in their teepees. When they dug their way out what they ate was no more. There was no food for their children and they were hungry.

The children of the forest argued to let them die, but then Chief Wolf spoke that we had much to share with those of lesser birth. To do nothing would anger the Creator. So we brought them food, covers, and herbs. We celebrated that day by sharing a bountiful meal.

The sun has risen and fallen many times, and the demons grew. Now, they cover the land like grass on the prairie. The trees have all gone and Mother Earth is hurting. They steal her life as they dig her ground and pollute her rivers. They sit in their wooden house and drink from our pain as they celebrate their living. We, the children of the forest, eat what is left, for they conquered our land.

And the moral of this story is;
Share your love, your kindness, but watch your back.