The old man is always kind, though sometimes Tsou-Tahi does not understand him.
His lessons are stories, complicated stories that draw no distinction between the world of the spirits and the world of the living.
The animals speak, as do the trees, the river, the mountains, the sky.
Yatoyenh walks ahead.
For such a very old man, he is remarkably agile and quick.
Tsou-Tahi can hear him singing, picks up his sack and trots after. When he rounds a bend in the river, there sits the old man, high up on an enormous log fallen across both banks.
Yatoyenh grins.
I like the atmosphere you’ve created with this story. Elder teaching younger, younger respecting elder. Something that is lost today, I’m afraid.
What a wonderful relationship you have crafted in your story. I feel a little of Yoda in Yatoyenh.
Nice story of a wise old man. Yes, trees, rivers, animals all speak. We must understand their language and be ready to listen.
You have created a story that I throughly enjoyed. Lovely
You’ve constructed this story very well. It draws us in through its gradual progression from the familiar to the miraculous. And even the miraculous wears a human face, with Yatoyenh’s grin. Great storytelling!
Superbly surrealistic! 🙂
The curiosity of youth and the wisdom of age and on that day, each will gain from the other. Well done!
Excellent atmosphere.
Nicely written. Youth appreciating the lessons of the elderly.
Great message conveyed in this story.
The teacher is trying to teach the youngster to respect his surroundings as well as his words, love it, really great stuff