When I was young I remember crawling into bed listening closely as my Mother told me many different stories and legends of our tribe and other tribes as well. Now that I am older, there is one story that seems to stand out in my mind. It's a short story of how night and day came to be.

One day a rabbit was traveling through the forest and came to a clearing on the bank of a river. He saw an owl perched on a twig, but it was almost dark and the rabbit could not see very well. He said…

 I didn't have a chance to walk away after she shoved my shoulder and yelled at me, accusing me of running from responsibilites like my father. The second the words rolled off her tongue I lost control, and the next thing I knew she was on the ground with blood covering her face and arm, her body seemingly lifeless.  It was like a scene from a horror movie playing out right in front of me. With one quick swipe of my paw I caused harm to the one I loved. Panic set in and I took off deep into…