“This is my fear,” Timpoochee said, as Rising Fawn nestled her head against his shoulder. “I fear the world is soon to become darker and more flooded.”
“Oh Timpoochee, my love,” Rising Fawn said. “You have suffered quite a bit over the recent past. The world has changed. But change doesn’t mean the world will become a more dangerous place, darker.
“I don’t think the sun will go away,” Timpoochee said. “I don’t think the world will flood, not with water.
“What I fear is the flood will be the white people, the people from that other world. I fear we are only seeing the beginning. I fear they will flood our land and make it darker.”
“You don’t know that, Timpoochee,” insisted Rising Fawn.
“I have seen how they are, can be,” Timpoochee said. “My father did not see that. I saw that and now I must lead our people knowing what I know.”
“You’re forgetting one important lesson of the medicine story,” Rising Fawn said. “You’re forgetting the instruction of the Little Men to the sun daughter’s rescuers. Had the rescuers remembered the instruction they would not have opened the box and allowed the sun daughter to escape.”
“Exactly,” said Timpoochee. “They did not listen. They did not follow the medicine.”
“You also forgot the end of the story,” Rising Fawn replied.
“In the end, when the handsome young dancers could not end the sun’s grief, the drummer simply changed the beat. That made the sun happy again and she came out of her grief and her house and light was restored to the world.”