Little Beaver, a little Indian boy, lived many, many years ago. He was sad because he had no one to play with. He was the youngest boy in the tribe. All the other boys were older, old enough to be Indian braves. And Indian braves were much too busy to play with a little boy.I'll never be old enough to be a brave, Little Beaver said his mother. You just wait she said. I'm sure when you grow up you will be the best Indian brave there ever was. Mother was usually right and little beaver smiled whenever he thought about her promise that he would be the best Indian brave ever. One day little beaver was so lonely that he decided to find a friend no matter how long it took. He climbed to the top pf the highest hill and made a little fire. When there was lots of smoke, he took his blanket and covered the fire. By letting out little bits of smoke at a time, he sent a smoke signal a message to any Indian who could read smokesignals. Little beaver said: My name is Little beaver. I am sad. Will you come and play with me? There were no answering smoke signals from the other hills. Little beaver sat down to wait just to make sure. Rustle, rustle, RUSTLE! something was coming toward Little beaver. Was it somebody to play with? Little beaver quietly walked over to the bush. Then he saw the noisemaker a lovley Indian Princess carrying a baby doll papoose on her back. Hello! said little beaver. I saw your smoke signal and I cane here right away Morningstar said happily. Oh I'm really glad you did, said little beaver, because I'm so lonely and I truly need a friend. the little princess smiled. you look so strong and brave. can you shot a arrow straight for a long way? oh yes i am brave, very broave said little beaver prouly. and just watch me i can shoot an arrow just lik a grown up. see that bunny over there? little beaver quickly pulled a little string on his bow and an arrow flew into the air. OUCH!!!! cried the bunny as he rubbed his backside where the arrow hit him. little beaver felt so bad that tears fell down his cheeks. oh i am so sorry bunny. i didnt mean to hurt you. the bunny looked up and smiled at little beaver. then it hopped away. oh dear!! i know the princess saw me cry. i guess i really am not very brave. I'll have to make her believe that i didnt mean to hurt the bunny. little beaver was sure the princess wouldnt want him for a friend now. little beaver a gentle voice called. it was princess morningstar. you are good with your bow and arrow but even more than that you are very very kind. a missionary cane to our village and taught us that kindness is the most important gift of all. then my father told me to look for a friend who is kind. little beaver could hardly believe his friend. please little beaver lets go to see my father. when i tell about your kindness he will be happy to hear about my special friend. quickly little beaver and morningstar got into his canoe and paddled to village. little beaver met her father a tall tall indian. morningstar told the story of little beaver and the bunny. the chief smiled. little beaver the bible says be kind to one another. i want morningstar to have friends who are kind to each other and to all the creachers god has made. i hope you and morningstar have many happy days playing together. and when you get older and bigger I'm am sure that you will be a kind and great indian brave, perhaps the one ever.
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