Fiction (8-12)

While Tekko was talking, one man stole quietly away without anyone noticing. Kroesoto didn't want to have any part of the story telling. He went to his hut and sat down on his haunches. His eyes burned with hatred. A menacing growl came out of his throat. Ha! a story instead of dancing! The spirits will let them know about it. The people thought they could do whatever they pleased, but they would find out! There they all sat listening to that young fellow! And he, Kroesoto, had been pushed aside. Why didn't' they want a medicine man anymore? Why couldn't he become their medicine man? That's how it had always been done. They would find out...just wait! Hadn't they always had their own gods? Why did they suddenly have to serve the God of the white man?

Tekko didn't' see much of his surroundings. He was thinking about everything that had happened in his village. It was a long time since the white man and Ano had returned to their own village. That was too bad because Tekko loved to listen to the beautiful stories the white man told about the Lord Jesus. The things that had happened were so amazing! Tekko heard about the white man and had secretly gone to him with his sick little sister. That had been a long and difficult journey, but...his troubles were rewarded. The baby got better and that was something that Wemale, their medicine man, with all his magic charms had not been able to do! Wemale! Tekko thought. He frowned.