  One day as little beaver was playing on the prairie before his mother's tepee, he saw his father coming across an arroyo from a hunting trip he had taken. little beaver looked very intently, for on top of one of the pack horses, he saw two black things flapping their wings. As soon as his father had got home and the things were unpacked, he said, "Come, my little warrior, I want to tell you a story." As soon as his little boy was on his knees he said: "While I was riding through the woods, I heard something say, 'Caw, Caw.' At first, I didn't see where it was and then I wished I had my little bright-eyed boy, for he could see. By and by it said 'Caw, Caw,' again and then, looking up, I saw an old mother crow standing on a limb, with a little crow on each side of her. I shot the mother and then climbed the tree and captured these two little crows and brought them home to my boy." little beaver was very much pleased, and he used to play a great deal with these two new pets. Not long after, when the crows had grown quite big and mischievous, little beaver sat outside of the tepee on the ground, to eat some dinner. The crows saw him and came running over to him. While little beaver tried to frighten one away the other would try to steal his meat and they kept it up quite a while until the little boy whipped them away. Then the crows felt very mournful to think they had been beaten, and walked away with their heads drooping, as if they knew enough to be ashamed of what they had tried to do. |
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