Part 1
This is a story from long ago. When the great mammoths still roamed our lands. It’s the story of my two brothers and me, when the three of us were young. We were taught that the world is full of magic. The source of this magic is the ever-changing lights that dance across the sky. The shaman woman of our village told us that these lights are the spirits of ancestors and they have the power to make changes in our world. Small things become big. Winter turns to spring. One thing always changes into another, but the greatest change I ever saw was that of my brother, a boy who desperately wanted to be a man.
- Get down!
- What?
- Get down! Get down!
- Kenay!..
- Never try to milk a caribou.
No, no, don’t. come on. No
- Hey! Will you knock it off?
- That’s all right today. He won’t treat me like that.
- Right. The big manhood ceremony
- Doesn’t matter what the spirits say, you’ll always be our baby brother
- Well, wait till I get my totem
- Oh, baby brother…
- Hey! I said knock it of. The quicker we get these fish the faster we get to your ceremony. Let’s all just try and get along for a few hours. Ok? Denahi..?
- Whatever you say.
- Ok, Ken.
- So, what are we waiting for?