Meso and the Months of the Year

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Having just recreated the world after the great flood, it was now time to send the animals back to their respective habitats. “Brothers and sisters! It is time for you all to go home,” said Meso, “but not before we decide how many months there will be in a year!”

Caribou spoke up first saying, “Brother, there should be as many months in a year as there are hairs between my hooves.”

“Little sister,” replied Meso, “Winter would last too long and the summer would never come. Man will never live to see the earth thaw.”

Loon then suggested, “Brother, there should be as many months in a year as there are spots on my back.”

“Little brother,” replied Meso, “Winter would last too long and the summer would never come. Man will never live to see the earth thaw.”

Toad then spread her fingers and toes out and exclaimed, “I wish there were this many months in a year!”

The animals just burst out laughing and in the commotion knocked Toad onto her back. “Have pity on our big sister!” says Meso, counting her digits. “Besides, she may be right! Our sister has six fingers and six toes, which would mean six months of winter and six months of summer!” As the animals counted her digits and pondered the suggestion, Meso continued, “With twelve months in a year, Man will never have to wait too long for the earth to thaw!”

In the end, the animals all agreed. With the number of months set at twelve, Meso allowed the animals to return to their respective habitats. And so it was. The earth had been recreated, the year had been set to twelve months, and the animals had all went home.

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ᐯᔭᒀᐤ ᒌ ᐃᐦᑖᐗᒡ ᓂᔥᑐ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ ᑳ ᐯᔭᑰᑌᐎᓰᑣᐤ᙮ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐎᑦ ᒌ ᒥᔑᒋᑎᐤ᙮ ᐊᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐅᑳᐐᒫᐎᑦ ᓇᐗᒡ ᒌ ᒥᔑᒋᑎᔑᐤ᙮ ᐊᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐊᐙᔑᔒᐎᑦ ᒌ ᐊᐱᔒᔑᔑᐤ᙮ ᐊᓂᒌ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ ᒌ ᐊᔮᐗᒡ ᑳ ᐊᐱᔖᔑᔨᒡ ᐙᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᔑᔨᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᓅᐦᒋᒦᐦᒡ᙮ ᒣᔕᑯᒥ ᒌᔑᑳᐤ ᑳ ᐗᓂᔥᑳᑣᐤ ᒨᔥ ᐯᔭᑾᓐ ᒌ ᐊᔨᐦᑎᐗᒡ, ᑳ ᐗᐌᔭᐱᑣᐤ ᒌ ᒦᒋᐗᒡ ᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᔨᐤ᙮

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ᐯᔭᒀᐤ ᐁ ᓃᐱᓂᔨᒡ ᐁ ᒉᒋᔐᐹᔮᔨᒡ, ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᑳᐐᒫᐎᑦ ᒌ ᓰᑲᐦᐊᒻ ᐅᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒥᐙᐤ᙮ ᐌᓵ ᒋᔑᑌᐤ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐊᓐ ᒪᔥᑯᔑᔥ ᐁ ᑯᐦᒋᔥᑕᐦᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒻ᙮ ᑕᐦᑲᔥᑖᑖᐤ ᐱᑕᒫ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐎᑦ ᐁ ᑯᐦᒋᔥᑕᐦᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒻ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒫᒃ ᐁ ᐃᔅᐱᔑ ᒋᔖᔥᑌᔨᒡ ᑳ ᐗᔦᔨᐦᑕᐦᒀᐤ ᐊᓂᒌ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ ᒉ ᓇᑕᐎ ᐸᐹᒧᐦᑌᑣᐤ ᐁ ᐊᑎ ᑕᐦᑲᔥᑌᔨᒡ ᐅᒦᒋᒥᐙᐤ᙮

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ᒣᒀᒡ ᐁ ᐸᐹᒧᐦᑌᔨᑣᐤᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᔅᑾ, ᐃᔥᑴᔑᔥ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ ᑳ ᐃᔑᓂᐦᑳᓱᑦ ᒌ ᐸᐹ ᐯᔭᑯᐦᑌᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᓅᐦᒋᒦᐦᒡ᙮ ᐋᑕ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒉᒋᔐᐹᓀᐦᑴᑦ ᐊᓐ ᐃᔥᑴᔑᔥ, ᔮᐱᒡ ᒌ ᔒᐗᑌᐤ᙮ ᑳ ᐙᐸᐦᑕᒸᑦ ᐅᐙᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔨᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᔅᑾ, ᒌ ᐃᑌᔨᐦᑕᒻ ᒉᒌ ᒥᔅᑲᐦᒃ ᒉᒀᔨᐤ ᒉᒌ ᒦᒋᑦ᙮ ᒌ ᓈᑌᐤ ᐃᔥᒀᐦᑌᒻᐦ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐹᐦᐹᐗᐦᐙᑦ᙮ ᔮᐱᒡ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐲᐦᑐᒉᐤ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ ᐋᑕ ᐁᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᐯᒋ ᐋᐸᐦᐙᑲᓂᐎᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐃᔥᒀᐦᑌᒻᐦ᙮

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ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᑳ ᐲᐦᑐᒉᑦ ᒌ ᐙᐸᐦᑕᒻ ᓂᔥᑐ ᐅᔮᑲᓐᐦ ᐁ ᐊᔥᑌᔨᒀᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᒦᒋᓱᓈᐦᑎᑯᐦᒡ᙮ ᑖᐺ ᒌ ᔒᐗᑌᐤ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ᙮ ᒉᒃ ᒌ ᐗᔦᔨᐦᑕᒻ ᒉ ᑯᐦᒋᔥᑕᐦᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᔨᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᑳ ᐊᔥᑌᔨᒡ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᔮᑲᓂᔨᐤ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔨᒡ᙮ ᐌᓵ ᒋᔑᑌᐤ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒦᓐ ᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᒦᒋᓱᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᔮᑲᓂᔨᐤ ᓇᐗᒡ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔑᔨᒡ᙮ ᐆ ᒫᒃ ᐌᓵ ᑕᐦᑳᐤ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒫᐦᒋᑌᔾ ᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᒦᒋᓱᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᔮᑲᓂᔑᔨᐤ ᑳ ᐊᐱᔖᔑᔨᒡ᙮ ᐁᐗᑰ ᒫᒃ ᓀᐦᐃᔥᑕᒫᓐ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᒣᒀᒡ ᐁ ᒦᒋᓱᑦ᙮

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ᑳ ᐃᔥᒀ ᒦᒋᓱᑦ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ, ᒌ ᐐ ᐊᔯᐱᐤ᙮ ᓂᔥᑐ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓐᐦ ᒌ ᐙᐸᐦᑕᒻ, ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑦ ᐊᓂᑕ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔨᒡ᙮ ᐌᓵ ᒪᔥᑲᐙᐤ ᐆ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒦᓐ ᐊᓂᑕ ᓇᐗᒡ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔑᔨᒡ ᑳ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ, ᐆ ᒫᒃ ᐌᓵ ᒪᔫᑳᐤ! ᐁᒄ ᒫᐦᒋᑌᔾ ᐊᓂᑕ ᑳ ᐊᐱᔖᔑᔨᒡ ᑳ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑦ᙮ ᐁᐗᑰ ᒫᒃ ᓀᐦᐊᐱᔮᓐ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐲᑯᔥᑲᒻ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓂᔑᔨᐤ ᐁ ᐃᔅᐱᔑ ᑯᓯᑯᑎᑦ᙮

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ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᔅᒀᐦᑕᐐᑦ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ ᐁ ᐊᑎ ᐊᔦᔅᑯᓰᑦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐃᔥᐱᒥᐦᒡ ᑳ ᒥᔅᑲᐦᒃ ᓂᔥᑐ ᓂᐯᐎᓐᐦ᙮ ᓃᔥᑕᒻ ᐊᓂᑕ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔨᒡ ᒌ ᐗᐌᔨᔑᓄ᙮ ᐌᓵ ᓂᒑᐦᑳᔅᑴᔑᓂᓐ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒦᓐ ᐊᓂᑕ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔑᔨᒡ ᓂᐯᐎᓂᔨᐤ ᑳ ᐗᐌᔨᔑᐦᒃ᙮ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ, ᐌᓵ ᓂᑦᐊᒋᑎᔑᓂᓐ! ᐁᒄ ᒫᐦᒋᑌᔾ ᐊᓂᑕ ᑳ ᐊᐱᔖᔑᔨᒡ ᓂᐯᐎᓂᔑᔨᐤ ᑳ ᐗᐌᔨᔑᐦᒃ᙮ ᐁᐗᑰ ᒫᒃ ᓀᐦᐃᔑᓂᔮᓐ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᑲᐎᐦᑯᔑᑦ᙮

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ᑳ ᑕᑯᔑᐦᒀᐤ ᐊᓂᒌ ᓂᔥᑐ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ, ᒌ ᐱᓯᔅᑳᐸᐦᑕᒧᒡ ᐁ ᐲᑐᔑᓈᑾᓂᔨᒡ ᐅᐙᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᐙᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐎᑦ, ᒌ ᑯᒋᔥᑕᒧᑯᐸᓀ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒥᔨᐤ! ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᑳᐐᒫᐎᑦ, ᒌ ᑯᒋᔥᑕᒧᑯᐸᓀ ᓀᔥᑕᓃᔾ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒥᔨᐤ! ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᒪᔥᑯᔑᔥ, ᒌ ᒦᒋᑯᐸᓀ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑦᐊᔫᒥᓈᐴᒥᔨᐤ ᓃᔾ! ᒌ ᒋᑖᑲᓂᐎᐤ ᒫᒃ!

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ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᑳ ᐙᐸᐦᑕᐦᒃ ᑳ ᒥᔖᔨᒡ ᐅᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓐ ᐊᓐ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐤ ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ, ᒌ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑯᐸᓀ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓂᐦᒡ! ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᐅᑳᐐᒫᐤ, ᒌ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑯᐸᓀ ᓀᔥᑕᓃᔾ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓂᐦᒡ! ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᒪᔥᑯᔑᔥ, ᓀᔥᑕᓃᔾ ᒌ ᑌᐦᑕᐱᑯᐸᓀ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᑌᐦᑕᐱᐎᓂᐦᒡ! ᒌ ᐲᑯᔥᑭᑳᑌᐤ ᒫᒃ! ᐁᒄ ᐯᐦᑳᒡ ᑳ ᐃᔅᒀᐦᑕᐐᑣᐤ ᐊᓂᒌ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ᙮

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ᒌ ᓃᐹᑯᐸᓀ ᐊᐌᓐ ᓂᓂᐯᐎᓂᐦᒡ! ᒌ ᐃᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐎᑦ᙮ ᒌ ᓂᐹᑯᐸᓀ ᓀᔥᑕᓃᔾ ᓂᓂᐯᐎᓂᐦᒡ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑳ ᐅᑳᐐᒫᐎᑦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑗᑦ ᐊᓐ ᒪᔥᑯᔑᔥ, ᓀᔥᑕᓃᔾ, ᐁᔥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᓂᐹᐤ!

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ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐗᔅᐹᐌᒫᑲᓂᐎᑦ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᑦ᙮ ᑳ ᐙᐸᒫᑦ ᒫᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᔅᑾ, ᒌ ᐗᔭᐐ ᒀᔥᑯᐦᑎᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐅᐦᒋ ᐙᓭᓂᐦᑖᑲᓂᐦᒡ, ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐅᔑᒧᑦ᙮ ᐊᓂᒌ ᒫᒃ ᒪᔅᑯᒡ ᓇᒪᐐᔾ ᒦᓐ ᐅᐦᒋ ᐙᐸᒣᐗᒡ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐌᓵᐙᔨᐦᑴᔨᒡᐦ᙮

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ᒌ ᐅᐗᒋᔥᑐᓂᐗᒡ ᐱᔦᔒᔕᒡ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐅᑖᐹᓂᑲᒥᑯᐦᒡ᙮ ᐯᔭᒀᐤ, ᒌ ᐗᔭᐐᐦᔮᐗᒡ ᐅᓃᒋᐦᐃᑯᒫᐗᒡ ᐁ ᐐ ᓈᒋᒦᒋᒣᐙᑣᐤ ᒉᒌ ᐊᔕᒫᑣᐤ ᐅᑦᐊᐙᔑᔒᒥᐙᐤᐦ᙮ ᐌᔭᐱᔥᒌᔥ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᓇᑲᑖᑲᓂᐎᐗᒡ ᐊᓂᒌ ᐸᔭᒑᓂᔕᒡ᙮

ᓈᒉᔒᔥ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐯᒋ ᒌᐌᐦᔮᐤ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐤ᙮ ᑖᓐ ᐁᐦᒡ? ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ, ᐊᐌᓐ ᑳ ᐋᐦᑯᐦᐃᑯᔦᒄ? ᒬᐦᒡ ᐁ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᔦᒄ ᒋᑦᐃᔑᓈᑯᓯᓈᐙᐤ᙮

ᓅᐦᑖ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐗᒡ, ᐊᐌᓰᔅ ᑳ ᒥᔥᑕ ᑯᔥᑖᓯᓈᑯᓯᑦ ᒌ ᑕᑯᔑᓄ᙮ ᓈᔥᒡ ᒌ ᐯᒋ ᒫᒪᐦᑲᒑᐱᐤ ᐁ ᐯᒋ ᑲᓇᐙᐸᐦᑕᐦᒃ ᒋᐗᒋᔥᑐᓂᓈᐦᒡ᙮ ᓈᔥᒡ ᓂᒌ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᐦᐃᑯᓈᓐ!

ᐁᒄ ᐌᓵ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐊᓐ ᐱᔦᔒᔥ ᑳ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐎᑦ, ᑖᓂᑌ ᑳ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᑦ?

ᓀᑌ ᒌ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᐤ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐗᒡ ᐸᔭᒑᓂᔕᒡ

ᐁᔥᒄ ᐱᑕᒫ! ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐊᓐ ᐅᐦᑖᐐᒫᐤ, ᓂᑲ ᓈᓇᑕᐙᐸᒫᐤ᙮ ᐁᑳᐐᔾ ᐋᔨᒣᔨᐦᑕᒧᒄ, ᓂᑦᐊᐙᔑᔒᒥᑎᒄ! ᓂᑲ ᐊᑎᒪᐦᐙᐤ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᒋᐦᒋᐦᔮᑦ᙮

ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᓵᒉᐌᐦᔮᑦ, ᒌ ᐙᐸᒣᐤ ᑳ ᐱᒧᐦᑌᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒥᔖᐱᔑᐤᐦ᙮ ᓇᒪᐙᒡ ᒫᒃ ᐅᐦᒋ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᐤ ᐊᓐ ᐱᔦᔒᔥ᙮ ᒌ ᑗᐦᐅᑐᑕᐌᐤ ᐊᓂᑕ ᐅᔅᐱᔅᑾᓂᔩᐦᒡ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒥᔖᐱᔑᐤᐦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐊᑎ ᒋᑕᐦᐊᒪᐙᑦ ᐁ ᐃᑗᑦ, ᒉᒀᓐ ᐌᐦᒋ ᑕᑯᔑᓂᔭᓐ ᓃᒋᓈᓂᐦᒡ ᐁ ᐯᒋ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᐦᐊᑣᐤ ᓂᑦᐊᐙᔑᔒᒪᒡ? ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᓇᒪᐐᔾ ᐅᐦᒋ ᐱᓯᔅᑳᑎᑯᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒥᔖᐱᔑᐤᐦ᙮

ᐊᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒋᔗᐌᑦ ᐱᔦᔒᔥ ᐋᐦᒋᑯᒡ ᒌ ᒋᑕᐦᐊᒪᐌᐤ ᐁ ᐃᑗᑦ, ᓇᒪᐐᔾ ᐃᑌᔨᐦᑖᑾᓐ ᒉᒌ ᐊᔨᐦᑖᔭᓐ ᐆᑕ! ᒦᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑕᑯᔑᓂᔭᓀ, ᒋᑲ ᐙᐸᐦᑌᓐ! ᓇᒪᐐᔾ ᑖᐺ ᒋᐐ ᐃᐦᑑᑖᑎᓐ, ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ ᐁ ᐅᐦᐱᑳᑌᐸᔨᐦᐅᑦ, ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᒋᑲ ᓈᑣᔮᐎᑲᓀᔥᑳᑎᓐ!

ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᒌᐌᐦᔮᑦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐅᐗᒋᔥᑐᓂᐦᒡ᙮ ᒉᒃ ᒌ ᐃᑗᐤ, ᐁᑯᑌ ᓂᑦᐊᐙᔑᔒᒥᑎᒄ! ᓂᒌ ᒋᔅᒋᓄᐦᐊᒪᐙᐤ ᐊᓐ ᐊᐌᓰᔅ ᐁᑳ ᒦᓐ ᒉ ᐅᐦᒋ ᑕᑯᔑᐦᒃ!

ᑳ ᓂᔥᑎᔑᐧᑖᐤ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕᒡ

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ᒌ ᐃᐦᑖᐤ ᐯᔭᐧᑳᐤ ᓅᔐ ᑰᐦᑰᔥ ᑳ ᒋᔐᔨᓃᐧᐃᑦ ᐁᑳ ᑳ ᐃᔅᐸᔨᐧᐋᑦ ᒉᒌ ᐊᔕᒫᑦ ᐅᑦᐊᐧᐋᔑᔒᒻᐦ ᑳ ᓂᔥᑎᔑᔨᐧᑖᐤᐦ᙮ ᒌ ᒋᐦᒋᑎᔕᐦᐧᐁᐤ ᒫᒃ ᐸᐦᑳᓐ ᒉᒌ ᐱᒫᒋᐦᐅᔨᐧᑖᐤᐦ᙮ ᐊᓂᐦᐁ ᒫᒃ ᓃᔥᑕᒻ ᑳ ᒋᐦᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᒌ ᓇᒋᔥᑲᐧᐁᐤ ᐃᔨᓂᐤᐦ ᑳ ᐊᔮᔨᒡᐦ ᒪᔥᑯᔒᐦᑳᓂᔨᐤ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑌᐤ ᒫᒃ, ᐯᒋ ᒦᔨᐦ ᒫ ᒋᒪᔥᑯᔒᐦᑳᓐ ᒉᒌ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᔮᓐ᙮

ᐁᐧᐊᒄ ᑖᐧᐯ ᑳ ᐃᐦᑑᑕᒥᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᓈᐯᐤᐦ, ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᑦ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮ ᒉᒃ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐅᑎᐦᑕᐧᒫᑦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐅᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔩᐦᒡ᙮ ᑳ ᐹᐦᐹᐧᐊᐦᐃᒉᑦ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ, ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᐯᒋ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐤᐦ ᒫ ᐃᔥᐧᑳᐦᑌᒻ ᒉᒌ ᐲᐦᑐᒉᔮᓐ!

ᓇᒪᐧᐄᔾ ᐧᐄᔅᑳᑦ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮

ᒌ ᓇᔥᐧᑫᐧᐊᔑᐦᐁᐤ ᒫᒃ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ, ᐁᑳ ᐧᐄ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐧᐃᔭᓀ, ᓲᐦᒃ ᓂᑲ ᐴᑖᑌᓐ ᒋᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒻ ᒉᒌ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᔮᓐ!

ᒉᒃ ᒥᔥᑕᐦᐃ ᑳ ᐃᔅᑯᑖᒧᐧᐋᑦ, ᑳ ᐴᑖᒋᒉᐧᐋᑦ, ᓀᔥᑦ ᑳ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᐧᐋᑦ ᐅᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔨᐤ᙮ ᑖᐧᐯ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒧᐧᐋᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ᙮

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ᐊᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑯᑕᒃ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᑳ ᒋᐦᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᒌ ᓇᒋᔥᑲᐧᐁᐤ ᐃᔨᓂᐤᐦ ᑳ ᐊᔮᔨᒡᐦ ᒥᐦᒉᑦ ᓃᐱᓯᔮᐦᑎᐧᑲ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑌᐤ ᒫᒃ, ᐯᒌ ᒦᔨᐦ ᒫ ᒋᓃᐱᓯᔮᐦᑎᑯᒻᐦ ᒉᒌ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᔮᓐ᙮

ᐁᐧᐊᒄ ᑖᐧᐯ ᑳ ᐃᐦᑑᑕᒥᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᓈᐯᐤᐦ, ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᑦ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮ ᒉᒃ ᑳ ᑕᑯᔑᐦᒃ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐃᑖᑦ, ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᐯᒋ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐤᐦ ᒫ ᐃᔥᐧᑳᐦᑌᒻ ᒉᒌ ᐲᐦᑐᒉᔮᓐ!

ᓇᒪᐧᐄᔾ ᐧᐄᔅᑳᑦ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮

ᐁᑳ ᐧᐄ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐧᐃᔭᓀ, ᓲᐦᒃ ᓂᑲ ᐴᑖᑌᓐ ᒋᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒻ ᒉᒌ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᔮᓐ!

ᒉᒃ ᒥᔥᑕᐦᐃ ᑳ ᐃᔅᑯᑖᒧᐧᐋᑦ, ᑳ ᐴᑖᒋᒉᐧᐋᑦ, ᓀᔥᑦ ᑳ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᐧᐋᑦ ᐅᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔨᐤ᙮ ᑖᐧᐯ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒧᐧᐋᑲᓂᐧᐃᑦ ᐧᐁᔥᑕᐧᐄᔾ᙮

ᐊᓐ ᒫᒃ ᒫᐦᒋᑌᔾ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᒌ ᓇᒋᔥᑲᐧᐁᐤ ᐃᔨᓂᐤᐦ ᑳ ᐊᔮᔨᒡᐦ ᒥᐦᒉᑦ ᐊᓯᓃᐦᑳᓐᐦ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑌᐤ, ᐯᒋ ᒦᔨᐦ ᒫ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᓯᓃᐦᑳᓐᐦ ᒉᒌ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᔮᓐ᙮

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ᒌ ᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᐦᑳᒉᐤ ᑲᔭᐹ ᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᒦᔨᑯᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᓯᓃᐦᑳᓐᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐃᔨᓂᐤᐦ᙮ ᒉᒃ ᒌ ᑕᑯᔑᓄ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐃᑖᑦ ᐧᒣᐦᒡ ᑳ ᐃᑖᑦ ᑯᑕᒃᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ, ᐯᒋ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐤᐦ ᒫ ᐃᔥᐧᑳᐦᑌᒻ ᒉᒌ ᐲᐦᑐᒉᔮᓐ!

ᓇᒪᐧᐄᔾ ᐧᐄᔅᑳᑦ!

ᐁᑳ ᐧᐄ ᐋᐸᐦᐊᒪᐧᐃᔭᓀ, ᓲᐦᒃ ᓂᑲ ᐴᑖᑌᓐ ᒋᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒻ ᒉᒌ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᔮᓐ!

ᒉᒃ ᒥᔥᑕᐦᐃ ᑳ ᐃᔅᑯᑖᒧᐧᐋᑦ ᓀᔥᑦ ᒥᐦᒉᐧᑖᐤ ᑳ ᐴᑖᒋᒉᐧᐋᑦ᙮ ᓲᐦᒃ, ᓲᐦᒃ, ᓲᐦᒃ ᒌ ᐴᑖᑕᐧᒣᐤ᙮ ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᓇᒪᐧᐄᔾ ᐅᐦᒋ ᒌ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᐧᐁᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ ᐅᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔨᐤ᙮ ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᑳ ᒋᔅᒉᔨᐦᑕᐦᒃ ᐁᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᒌ ᑲᐧᐋᔥᑎᑖᐧᐋᑦ, ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ, ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᓂᒋᔅᒉᔨᐦᑌᓐ ᑖᓂᑦᐦ ᐧᐁᑎᓰᐦᑳᓂᔅᑳᒡ᙮

ᑖᓂᑌ? ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮

ᐯᔓᒡ ᐊᓂᑌ ᓂᐦᑖᐧᐃᒋᐦᒋᑲᓂᐦᒡ᙮ ᐊᔦᔅᑲᐧᐄᔭᓀ ᐧᐋᐸᐦᒉ ᐁ ᒉᒋᔐᐹᔮᒡ, ᒋᑲ ᐯᒋ ᑌᐧᐹᑎᑎᓐ ᒫᒨ ᒉᒌ ᓇᑕᐧᐃ ᒫᒨᔥᒋᓇᒪᐦᒄ ᒉᒌ ᒦᒋᓱᔭᐦᒄ

ᐁᑯᑌ, ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ, ᐧᐄᐸᒡ ᓂᑲ ᓂᓵᐧᐄᓐ᙮ ᑖᓂᔅᐱᔥ ᐧᐋ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᔭᓐ?

ᐊᔨᐦᐁ, ᓂᑯᐧᑖᔅ ᐃᔅᐸᔨᐦᒉ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ᙮

ᐊᓂᐦᐁ ᒫᒃ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᒌ ᐧᐊᓂᔥᑳᐤ ᓂᔮᔭᓐ ᐁ ᐃᔅᐱᔑᐸᔨᓂᔨᒡ ᐁᒄ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᓈᑕᐦᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐅᑎᓰᐦᑳᓐᐦ ᐧᐹᒧᔥ ᑳ ᑕᑯᔑᓂᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ᙮ ᐁᑯ ᑳ ᐃᑎᑯᑦ,

ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᐋᔥ ᐋ ᒋᑦᐃᔥᐧᑳ ᐊᔦᔅᑲᐧᐄᓐ?

ᐋᔥ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ, ᐧᐄᐸᒡ ᓂᒌ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᔮᓐ ᐊᓂᑌ᙮ ᓂᒌ ᐯᒋ ᒌᐧᐁᐦᑌᓐ ᑳ ᐃᔥᐧᑳ  ᓵᑲᔥᒋᓇᐦᐊᒃ ᓂᑦᐊᔅᒋᐦᒄ᙮

ᒌ ᒋᔑᐧᐋᐦᐃᑯᐧᐁᐤ ᒫᒃ ᒫᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐯᐦᑕᐧᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤ, ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᒉᔥᑎᓈᐦᐅᐤ ᒉᒌ ᐱᔒᐧᐊᔮᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᐧᑌᑦ,

ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᓂᒋᔅᒉᔨᒫᐤ ᑖᓂᑦᐦ ᐁᐦᑖᑦ ᐧᐋᐱᒥᓈᐦᑎᒄ ᐁ ᒥᐧᔮᔅᑯᓯᑦ᙮

ᑖᓂᑌ? ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ᙮

ᐯᔓᒡ ᐊᓂᑌ ᓂᐦᑖᐧᐃᒋᐦᒋᑲᓂᐦᒡ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ, ᐁᑳ ᒫᒃ ᒋᐧᔮᐦᐃᔭᓀ, ᒋᑲ ᐯᒋ ᓇᑕᐧᐋᐸᒥᑎᓐ ᐧᐋᐸᐦᒉ, ᓂᔮᔭᓐ ᐃᔅᐱᔑᐸᔨᐦᒉ, ᒉᒌ ᒥᓈᐦᐅᔭᐦᒄ ᐧᐋᐱᒥᓇᒡ᙮

ᐊᓂᐦᐁ ᒫᒃ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᒌ ᐹᐦᐹᔒᐤ ᒉ ᒋᐦᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᓀᐤ ᐁ ᐃᔅᐱᔑᐸᔨᓂᔨᒡ ᑳᐤ ᒉᒌ ᑕᑯᔑᐦᒃ ᐁᔥᒄ ᐁᑳ ᑕᑯᔑᓂᔨᒡᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ᙮ ᒌ ᓇᑕᐧᐁᔨᐦᑖᐧᑲᓂᔨᐤ ᒫᒃ ᐊᐧᐊᔥᑌᔒᔥ ᒉ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᓀᔥᑦ ᒉ ᐊᑯᓰᑦ ᒥᔥᑎᑯᐦᒡ᙮

ᓀᐧᐃᔥ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐃᐦᑖᑦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᒥᔥᑎᑯᐦᒡ, ᒌ ᐃᑌᔨᐦᑕᒻ ᐋᔥ ᑳ ᐅᑎᐦᒋᐸᔨᓂᔨᒡ ᒉ ᒌᐧᐁᑦ᙮ ᑳ ᓃᔖᐦᑕᐧᐄᑦ ᒫᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒥᔥᑎᐧᑲ, ᒌ ᓴᔅᒋᐧᑳᐸᒣᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ ᐁ ᐹᐸᐦᑖᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᒉᒫᓂᒻ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᐤ ᐁ ᐧᐋᐸᒫᑦ᙮ ᒌ ᐃᑎᑯᐤ ᒫᒃ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ ᑳ ᑕᑯᔑᓂᔨᒡᐦ,

ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ! ᒉᐧᑳᓐ ᐧᐁᐦᒋ ᐁᑳ ᐅᐦᒋ ᐯᐦᐃᔭᓐ? ᒥᔪᒥᓇᒋᓯᐧᐊᒡ ᐋ ᐧᐋᐱᒥᓇᒡ?

ᐁᐦᐁ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ, ᐯᔭᒄ ᒋᑲ ᓃᐦᒋᐧᐁᐱᓇᒫᑎᓐ᙮

ᐁᒄ ᐧᐋᐦᔭᐤ ᑳ ᐃᔑᐧᐁᐱᓇᒪᐧᐋᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ᙮ ᒣᐧᑳᒡ ᒫᒃ ᐊᓂᐦᐁ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᑳ ᓈᒋᐸᐦᐋᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐧᐋᐸᒥᓐᐦ, ᒌ ᐋᒥ ᐧᑳᔥᑯᐦᑎᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ ᒉ ᒋᐧᐁᐸᐦᑖᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᒦᓐ ᑳ ᒌᔑᑳᔨᒡ, ᒌ ᑕᑯᔑᓄ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐃᑖᑦ,

ᑰᐦᑯᔑᔥ! ᑲᑕ ᒪᑯᔖᓂᐧᐃᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐅᑌᓈᐦᒡ ᐧᐋᐸᐦᒉ᙮ ᒋᐧᐄ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᓐ ᐋ?

ᐁᐦᐁ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ, ᑖᓐ ᒉ ᐃᔅᐱᔑᐸᔨᐦᒡ ᒉ ᐃᔥᐧᑳ ᐊᔦᔅᑲᐧᐄᔭᓐ?

ᓂᔥᑐ ᐃᔅᐸᔨᐦᒉ! ᒌ ᐃᐧᑌᐤ ᐊᓐ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ᙮ ᒦᓐ ᒫᒃ ᐧᐄᐸᒡ ᑳ ᒋᐦᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᐁ ᐧᐄ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᑦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐁ ᒪᑯᔖᓂᐧᐃᔨᒡ᙮ ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒌᔑ ᒥᒋᓱᑦ, ᒌ ᒌᐧᐁᐦᑕᑖᐤ ᐃᔥᑯᐦᒋᑲᓐᐦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᑯᐦᒡ᙮ ᒦᓐ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᓴᔅᒋᐧᑳᐸᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ ᐁ ᐹᐸᐦᑖᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᑳ ᐧᑮᑕᐤ ᐊᔨᐦᑎᑦ ᒫᒃ, ᒌ ᐴᐦᒋ ᐧᑳᔥᑯᐦᑎᐤ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᑯᐦᒡ ᒉᒌ ᑳᓱᑦ, ᒥᒄ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐅᐦᐱᒣᐸᔨᐤ᙮ ᓴᔅᒋᑯᒡ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐱᓇᐧᓭᐸᔨᐤ ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᒣᐧᑳᒡ ᑳ ᐴᐦᑕᐱᑦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᑯᐦᒡ! ᒌ ᒌᐧᐁᐸᐦᑖᐤ ᒫᒃ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐃᔅᐱᔑ ᑳᔥᑖᒋᐦᐃᑯᑦ ᑳ ᐧᐋᐸᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᐧᑲ ᐁ ᐯᒋ ᐱᓇᐧᓭᐸᔨᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᐧᐋᑦ ᐅᐧᐋᔅᑳᐦᐃᑲᓂᒥᔩᐦᒡ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ ᒉ ᐧᐄᐦᑕᒪᐧᐋᑦ ᑖᓐ ᑳ ᐃᔅᐱᔑ ᑯᔥᑖᒋᑦ ᐁ ᒌ ᐧᐋᐸᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᐧᑲ ᑳ ᐱᓇᐧᓭᐸᔨᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᐃᑎᑯᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ,

ᐊᐦᐋ! ᒋᒌ ᓭᒋᐦᐃᑎᓐ, ᓇ! ᐋᔥ ᓂᒌ ᐃᑐᐦᑌᓐ ᐊᓂᑌ ᑳ ᒪᑯᔖᓂᐧᐃᒡ᙮ ᑳ ᒌᐧᐁᐦᑕᐦᐊᒃ ᒫᒃ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᒄ, ᒋᒌ ᐧᐋᐸᒥᑎᓐ᙮ ᐁᑯᑦᐦ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐴᐦᒋ ᐧᑳᔥᑯᐦᑎᔮᓐ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᑯᐦᒡ ᒉᒌ ᐱᓇᐧᓭᐸᔨᔮᓐ!

ᑳ ᓲᐦᒋᔭᐧᐁᓯᐧᐋᑦ ᒫᒃ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐ ᐁ ᐯᐦᑕᐧᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ᙮ ᐋᔨᑌ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐃᑎᑎᓱᐤ ᒉ ᓃᔖᐦᑕᐧᐄᐧᐋᑦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐅᑯᐦᑖᑲᓂᒥᔩᐦᒡ ᒉ ᓇᑕᐧᐃ ᒧᐧᐋᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔕ᙮ ᐃᔥᑯᑕᒃ ᑳ ᐧᐋᐸᒫᑦ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᑖᓐ ᐁᔨᑎᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ, ᒌ ᐊᑯᑌᐤ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᐧᑲ ᑳ ᓵᑲᔥᒋᓀᐯᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᑌ ᐃᔥᑯᑌᐦᒡ, ᐁᒄ ᑳ ᑯᑕᐧᐁᑦ᙮ ᐧᒣᐦᒡ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᐯᒋ ᓃᔖᐦᑕᐧᐄᔨᒡᐦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ, ᐊᓐ ᑰᐦᑰᔑᔥ ᒌ ᐋᐸᐦᐧᐁᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᐧᑲ ᒉᒌ ᐴᐦᒋᐸᔨᔨᒡᐦ᙮ ᑳᐤ ᒫᒃ ᒌ ᐊᑯᓈᐧᐯᐦᐧᐁᐤ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᐊᔅᒋᐦᐧᑲ ᒉᒌ ᐸᑳᔑᒫᑦ ᐊᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᒪᐦᐄᐦᑲᓐᐦ᙮ ᑳ ᓃᐯᐦᐧᑫᑦ ᒫᒃ, ᐁᐧᐊᐧᑲᓂᔨᐤᐦ ᑳ ᒧᐧᐋᑦ᙮ ᐁᒄ ᒫᒃ ᑳ ᒥᐧᔦᔨᐦᑕᐦᒃ ᐊᓂᐦᐁ ᑰᐦᑯᔑᔥ, ᑳᒋᒉ ᓀᔥᑦ ᑳᒋᒉ᙮

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Kâ Sôhkitehet Pilešîš

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Kî owacištoniwak pilešîšak anite otâpânikamikohk. Peyakwâw, kî walawîlâwak onîkihikomâwak e wî nâcimîcimewâcik kici ašamâcik oc awâšimišiwâwa. Nakiskaw mâka kî nakatâkaniwiwak aniki awâšišak.

Nâkešîš mâka kî peci-kîwelâw ohtâwîmâw. “Tâni kâ ihkihk?” Kî itwew. “Awena kâ âhkohikoyekw? Mwehci e koštâciyekw kit išinâkosinâwâw.”

“Nôhtâ!” kî itwewak, “Awesîs kâ mišta-koštâsinâkosit kî takošin. Nâšic kî peci-mâmahkacâpiw e peci-kanawâpahtahk ki wacištoninâhk. Nâšic nikî koštâcihikonân!

“Kišâštaw!” kî itwew ana ohtâwîmâw, “Tânte kâ itohtet?”

“Nete kî itohtew!” kî itewak

“Eškwa pitamâ!” kî itwew ana ohtâwîmâw, “Nika nânatawâpamâw. Ekâwîla âlimelihtamokw, nit awâšimišitikw! Nika atimahwâw,” kî itwew. Eko kâ kihcilât.

Ispi mâka kâ sâkewelât, kî wâpamew kâ pimohtelici anihi mišâpišiwa. Môla mâka ohci-koštâciw ana pilešîš. Kî twehototamwew anta ospiskwanilîhk anihi mišâpišiwa. Eko kâ ati-kitahamawât e itwet, “Kekwân wehci takošiniyan nîkinânihk e koštâcihacik nic awâšimišak?” Piko mâka môla pisiskâtikow anihi mišâpišiwa.

Ana mâka kâ kišwewet pilešîš âhcipiko kî kitahamawew ohci e itwet, “Môla itelihtâkwan kici ayihtâyan ôta! Mîn mâka takošiniyane kika wâpahten! Môla tâpwe kiwî ihtôtâtin,” kî itwew e ohpikâtepalihot, “piko mâka kika nâtwâyâwikaneškâtin!

Eko kâ kîwelât ante o wacištonihk. Keka kî itwew, “Ekote nic awâšimišitikw! Nikî kiskinohamawâw ana awesîs ekâ mîna ke ohci-takošihk.”

The Snowman

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Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived alone out in the woods. He hadn’t always been alone – his family had been with him until recently, but an unforgiving winter had gotten the best of them and they had all frozen to death. Fortunately, winter had soon drawn to an end and the white blanket that had covered the earth had withdrawn from the heat of the sun until there remained nothing but a few lonely patches of coarse, wet snow.

The young man, still grieving from the loss of his family, felt vindicated by the melt. As he approached a lonely patch he said, “Ha! What a miserable sight you are!” and kicked it. “You think you can just freeze everyone to death?” He added, tauntingly, “Well, here I am!” Suddenly, a chilling voice was heard that sent shivers down his spine as it replied, “Just wait till I return!” The young man stood aghast at the thought of the snow’s return and took a moment to collect his thoughts. To survive, he soon realized, he would have to be prepared. And so, he went straight to work, determined to withstand what would certainly be the coldest winter of his life.

Throughout the summer, the young man worked. He checked his net every day and harvested many fish, most of which he smoke-dried over a fire. The fish oil he collected into pails made of birch bark, which he stored in a cache with the dried fish. He then gathered firewood, especially dry wood that burns easily, and piled it up near his home. As the winter approached, he went to work on his winter lodge, a wigwam which he insulated with thick layers of moss. As the temperature dropped, he was troubled by the thought of seeing the snow return.

Finally, the winter was upon the young man. On the coldest of winter days, he sat by the fire and listened to the north wind blow. One evening as the night approached, the wind started howling. The young man, anticipating the worst, felt chills as he heard footsteps approach in the distance. Suddenly, the door flap blew open. With his eyes on the door, the young man watched in horror as a stranger whose body resembled snow entered his lodge. As the visitor seated himself on the opposite side of the fire, the lodge grew increasingly colder – frost covered the ground and climbed the walls as icicles formed from the ceiling. As the fire flickered, the young man was spurred into action.

Outside the lodge sat piles of firewood and pails of fish oil. The young man quickly retrieved his stash while his guest focused on freezing him to death. As the temperature dropped, he worked at rekindling the dying flames as they flickered in and out existence. Constantly adding firewood and oil, the flames gradually intensified to the point where the lodge had warmed back up.

The frost retreated and the icicles dripped. The young man looked over at his guest and noticed that he too was dripping. “That’s it!” Said the melting stranger. “I can’t stay here any longer, it’s way too hot!” As he rose to his feet in a hurry to leave, he added “You’ve bested me, so I’ll never bother you again.” Having met his match, never again would the snowman visit the young man who lived alone in the woods. The young man was simply too prepared.