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Once a party of Indians went throught the woods toward a hunting ground which they had know for a long time. They traveled several days through very wild country, going slowly and camping on the way. At last they reached The Beautiful Lake of gray rocks and the great forest trees. Fish swarmed in the waters, and deer came down from the hills to drink. On the hills and in the valleys were huge beech and chestnut trees, where there were squirrels and bears.
The chief of the party was Tracks-in-the-Water, and he halted the group on the shore of the lake to give thanks to the Great Spirit for the safe arrival at the hunting grounds. 'Here we will build our lodges for the winter and may the Great Spirit send us plenty of game and health and peace.'
Autumn passed on. The lodges were built and hunting went well. The children began to dance to amuse themselves. They were getting lonesome, having nothing to do, so they went to a quiet spot by the lake to dance. They had done this a long time when one day a very old man came to them. They had never seen anyone like him before. He was dressed in white feathers and his white hair shone like silver. He spoke to them, telling them they must stop dancing or evil would happen to them. Many of the children stopped dancing and returned home, but eight children did not pay any attention to him. Day after day they danced. Again and again he appeared, repeating his warning.
One of the children suggested a feast the next time they met to dance. When they returned home, they all asked their parents for food. 'You will waste and spoil good food,' said one. 'You can eat at home as you should,' said another. So they got nothing. But they met again and danced anyway. They would have liked to have had something to eat after each dance. Their stomachs were empty.
One day, as the eight children danced, they found themselves rising little by little into the air. Their heads were light from hunger. They didn't know how all this happened. One said. 'Don't look back, for something strange is happening.'
A woman, who saw them, called them back, but with no effect, for they continued to rise slowly above the earth. She ran to the camp, and everyone rushed out with all kinds of food. But the children did not return, even thought their parents cried after them.
One, who did look back, became a falling star. The others reached the sky. They are the Pleiades. Every falling star brings the story to mind, but the seven stars shine on:a band of dancing children.
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Phone Call From the Grave Story |
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Herman and Florence Hamsted were married when Herman was 18 and Florence was only 16. They loved each other dearly and lived a wonderful life together. As they aged, they only became closer and loved each other all the more.
They were married for 80 years, when at 98 years old, Herman's body finally gave out and he died in his sleep. When Florence tried to wake him the next morning, she was heart-broken to find he was gone. She called her children and grandchildren to come home to bury Herman.
Herman's body was prepared, the grave was dug in the cemetary, and the next day they buried Herman. Florence was very sad and that night was the first time in 80 years she had to go to bed all alone.
Later that night, Florence woke with a start! Outside, there were flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder. She looked at the clock and it was 11:54pm. It was a quickly moving storm, and after about 5 minutes, it passed by and Florence began to fall back asleep.
But, just then the phone rang - it was midnight. Florence answered it, 'Hello?'
Florence heard a voice, 'Florence.' - it was Herman's voice!
'Florence, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I love you.'
But, Herman was dead! This shocked Florence so terribly, she screamed, dropped the phone, and died!
The next morning, her children came to check on her before they left for their own homes and they found her dead. Needless to say, this was a very sad day, but it is not uncommon for people that have lived their lives together to die at nearly the same time.
So, the family prepared for one more burial that afternoon.
As they proceeded with Florence's body to the cemetary to lay her next to Herman they saw the strangest thing...
During the night, lightning had struck a telephone pole, knocking it down.
And, the phone line was laying right on top of Herman's grave!
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Pink Jellybean Story |
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At the end of a long, dark road is a long, dark path.
At the end of the long, dark path is a lone, dark house.
And the lone, dark house has a single, dark door.
Behind the single, dark door is a long, dark hall.
At the end of the long, dark hall are some tall, dark stairs.
At the top of the tall, dark stairs is a long dark balcony.
At the end of the long, dark balcony is a big dark room.
In the big, dark room is a big, dark closet.
In the big, dark closet is a big, dark door.
Behind the big, dark door are some steep, dark stairs.
At the top of the steep, dark stairs is a dark, dusty attic.
In the dark, dusty attic is a big, dark chest.
In the big, dark chest is a small, dark box.
And in the small, dark box is a pink jellybean
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