"Now listen, children.", I say, and a quiet hush falls over the dozen or so of the young ones gathered at my feet. "I am about to tell you a story... a story of how our people first came to this prosperous land. It was many, many moons ago; so many that I can't remember exactly how long ago it was. But I was there. And this is what hap- pened:", clearing my throat, I begin to tell the story.
"Our hunters were tired, for the game was scarce; our people were all hungry, and the crops that the ground yeilded were not enough. The great God Hun'Ya'Wat chose not to hear our prayers, and so we starved. We moved on, in search of food, in search of a better life. But no, everything just kept getting colder and colder, and we found nothing. Soon we came to the Great Coast, the barrier between land and sea. I had never seen the sea, but I had heard stories about it from our warriors and runners. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever imagined. You, children, are lucky to know the sea... anyways.
"We marched along the coast for several days, searching, hoping. Our already scarce stores were diminishing... and we were getting hungrier and hungrier. We had already been forced to slaughter most of our animals, including my pet dog, Arad. He was an obedient little mutt... I could scarcely bring myself to chew his meat, though I was starving. "After a time, we came to a stretch of land that jutted into the ocean. We could not tell if it ended in the water, or if it connected this land to another. However, we crossed it. We crossed this piece of earth with all our hunger, fatigue, troubles, and prayers, not knowing if we would end up in the ocean, or if we would find more toil and suffering in a different land. "Dear children, we found blessing. Hun'Ya'Wat answered our prayers at last; not in an immediate, miraculous way, but through suffering and discovery, we have come to know the blessings of this land. The game here is plentiful and the plants grow in numbers large enough to feed our people. We are now peaceful and content, and have nearly forgotten the past.
"But children, it is not good to forget. It is not pleasing to Hun'Ya'Wat to take his blessings for granted. There are a few that remember, that have not forgotten the bleaker past. We are not without troubles here, of course, but we that remember know that it can be much, much worse.
"Though you were born here, and know nothing of how it is to suffer extreme hunger and fear, having no good home, you must always bless and respect what you reap from this land. It is not good to forget, children. "Remember that we came here."

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