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May 16, 2011
He didn't know any better.
Yes, but he was still trespassing in our village, the indian said. The next time, we may not be so kind.
The boy's father struck his chest in a gesture of forced gratitude and walked his little boy back to their village, over a few peaks and around the lake. He wondered what he would do to keep his son in check, as this was the third time he ventured from the settlement. He's a firecracker, the elder's wife said, long white hair swaying in the breeze. I'll keep an eye on him.