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Hey. My name is Maska meaning strong. I’m part of the Cherokee tribe. And this is my story. I was walking in my tribe and someone told us that a hurricane is coming I went into my round house. Then the storm past by a couple house got destroyed and some people died every on was frozen in fright. I got a couple of my people to help rebuild the houses that got destroyed. Then my friends and I went fishing so our tribe has food tonight. I took my spear because I saw a huge fish I threw my spear and missed. We didn’t catch any thing so we had to eat left overs from the buffalo.
The next day… I woke up and saw that another tribe attacked our tribe. Why does this happen to me first a hurricane. I don’t get food for my tribe and now this what am I going to do. Aloud boom! And then a howl the coyote I been the one casting bad luck on you but why you killed me while hunting I came back for revenge. So the hurricane that was me. The fish that was a reflection from the clouds our tribe got attacked that was me. I created a war. So please don’t kill coyotes any more if you don’t I WILL STOP!
That is why coyotes are almost extinct.
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The end!
