Princess Sazzette by Ann Wood
There was a time, a little Princess Sazzette. She was from the Cherokee tribe of North Carolina. One day she went to play by a stream near the village where she lives. Along the stream walked the duck I am, the little ducklings. Princess Sazzette loved animals and had several dogs and a cat. When she saw the duck family, she was thrilled. She took corn from the basket and fed the ducks. A frightened rabbit jumped out of a bush. Princess Sazzette was very happy to find a bunny. She lured him with a carrot and grabbed him with her hands. She stroked his fur and told him not to be afraid and that she would take care of him. She put the bunny in the basket and went for a walk by the stream. She collected flowers and berries for the fruit pie that her mother would make for Sunday lunch the next day. The duck family followed her, staggering along the path to the Cherokee village. When she reached the village, everyone greeted her and asked her how she was and where she was going. She told them how she was walking by the stream when she met the duck family and the little bunny. She entered the leader's hut, her father, and showed him the bunny and the duck family. Her father smiled and told her, dear daughter, what else did you bring home? She smiled at him and told Daddy they followed me, I'm innocent, don't scold me, please. She then carried the basket of berries into the kitchen and placed the flowers in a water bowl. She washed and began to help her mother in the kitchen to prepare dinner. After they had eaten, little Sazzette pulled out her flute and played an Indian song. The whole tribe stopped to listen to her play and sing. The evening was warm and the sky clear, and the moon complete and surrounded mainly by countless stars. In the evening, the tribe gathered by the fire in front of the chief's hut, singing and dancing, and the elders telling stories to the children. Little Princess Sazzette loved their stories and waited for the gathering by the fire every night. Thus she learned to say the wise stories of the elders of the tribe.Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-04-21 at 01:47
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