“I don’t care what you’ve heard,”
she said, “because you may have heard
something different than I. The Indians
around here have a story about those
who say they hear. You see, they’re not
the same Indians. The original tribes
were both thought to hear—and even
said so themselves. Much joy came of this,
through what they may each have heard.
In fact, they were both made so happy
that they decided to have a meeting
about it. But, when the time had come
to meet, and when they had each reached
the place of meeting, it was here
that a great fight broke out,
and not just a great fight, but the war.
And, when it was over, we were
the only tribe left. And then, we learned
that neither of them had heard the same.
They had each heard just the opposite.
And now, when we meet, we never speak
of what we hear, only of the good.”