Story

My name is Abosh, and I belong to the Hopi tribe. I have a story to tell you, and even though it is short, it has great importance to me. My grandmother used to tell my sister Nannise and I stories about “The Power of The Fox” and “Us Hopis”. They were wonderful entertaining stories and I enjoyed listening to them, but as I grew older I didn’t enjoy them as much. After a while I just listened to be polite, but sometimes I would catch myself daydreaming. Many people in my tribe liked telling stories, especially the elders but my Grandmother’s were the most entertaining. Here’s a little bit more about my own story.

In Northwestern Arizona it can get very hot and on this particular day it was scorching! I was walking with Nannise looking for some herbs that my mother had asked for. That was when we saw him, well I saw him first. He was a baby kit, peering over at us through the branches of a bush. Slowly I reached out towards him, but he bolted away. Thinking nothing of it I turned back down the road and ran to catch up with Nannise. I decided not to tell Nannise what had happened because I knew she would scold me for reaching out to it. Nannise thought all animals were rabid and had disease.

The next afternoon I went back to the fields with my good friend Opa to look for the fox. After an hour we hadn’t seen the smallest hint that he might have been there, and we returned home. I was disappointed but I didn’t show it, it was just a fox I said to myself over and over again. The look in his eye though showed me he hadn’t been just an old fox, but what could I do? Day after Day I went back to the field, but each day I went back home with no luck. On my last day before I gave up, I saw him. There in the middle of the path he stood, taller and stronger than he had ever been before, at first I was scared but then I realized there was no need to be, he had a calm look in his eye and I knew he would never leave again. He didn’t leave for awhile and the people of my tribe accepted him. Many years later it is, I am 22. The fox I’ve loved for many years has just left the word. I had named him Kellipa, and that name signaled to my tribe that he would be there forever. Three Months ago I was gazing up at the stars and I saw him, I called for my children and husband but by the time they came he was gone. This has happened every night since and I know that he is trying to show that he will be with us forever. Every night I will go lie out under the stars, and every night he appears. Many good things have happened to me in the past years some seeming impossible but I believe that Kellipa is making these things happen. This shows that if you are kind to an animal they will return your kindness.

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