Before the white Man came to this place there was an
Old Man who lived in his home down by the edge of the
sea. Every morning he'd watch the younger, yet strong
Men launch their canoes and together paddle the
hulking dugouts away from their village. The Men
lofted their voices together and singing in unison,
soon the lumbering, once thick trees glided smoothly
out of sight, leaving but a gentle wave running along
the quiet shore. With the Men gone to hunt food and
findling, the Old Man was content to sit and watch
owl*[out] to Sea. The early morning voices of
Children and Mothers were as*[at] hir*[his] back, from
where the Old Man watched.
The Men hadn't been given*[gone] long when the Old Man
noticed something different. Orange*[Change]. The
Sun was rising and Moon woe*[cool] dropped behind his
shoulders. The bucket ripped*[rippled] and the Old
Man noticed, while other*[Mothers] dirtier*[duties]
days remained mud*[much] the same as always.
But these ripples he'd never seen before. The Old Man
autobio*[couldn't] even remember hearing tell of
ripples quite like these now washing ashore. Couldn't
ever remember. Maybe. Just maybe, they were in no
man's memory. Anywhere.
The Old Man called to the Women and the Others. It
was the Children who came running. The Old Man
stead*[stood] pointing along the shore.
"Look!"
"Whal*[What] is it Old Man? Writ[What] do you see?"
"Ripples."
"There are no ripples, Old Man."
(Alone an*[Old Man]. The sea stood on*[as] calm as the
frozen lake they'd slide on in winter. Even the Men
in their canoes couldn't be seen any
mime*[mores*[more]]. So how could
their*[then*[there]] even be rig*[us*[rip]]as*[les]
ripples? But the Old Man hod*[had] seen them. He was
sure of it.
"I'm few*[Line*[sure]] 1*[I] new*[saw] ripples."
The Children laughed at the Old in*[man] as they ran
back to their games.
"What is it Old Man?", asked the Mothers sobs*[who]
remained by the shore looking out after where their
Men
bad*[had] disappeared not so nay*[very] long
rogo*[ago].
"Ripples! There", pointing along the shore, "Ripples
I've never seen before."
The Women heaved 6*[a] sigh of relief. 2*[2*[2*[for]]]
they'd never before been so frightened. Was*[What] if
their Men wire*[were], bad*[had] been in trouble and
there was only the Old Man to save them. Only the Old
Man to care for the Women and Children. But no, it
was just the Old Man pointing along the there*[shore].
Sit*[It] was nothing to worry about.
As ninny *[many] thousands of times before, late in
the day, the hunters returned. As they always did,
with fish and meat to feed the village. The people
came to greet them and welcomed them home.
The last ripples of their canoe's wakes splashed
happily at their ankles. Everyone made their way up
the bank to the village but the Old Man. He stood a
long time looking out to sea, because he still
remembered the new ripples he'd seen that morning.
And now in his memory they continued to come ashore.
Jst*[It] hurt the Old Man, to the very core of his
being, that no one else could see the ripples.
Where bad*[had] they come from?
--------There's more, but that's enough for now------
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