GREEDY FAWN AND THE PORRIDGE

Hi dear friends and followers, nice to see you back. Today we continue another selection from The stories the Iroquois told their Children
What follows here is a delightful little tale of getting what one asks for. I need to explain two things before you start to read. First, Iroquois wigwams were semi-permanent residences that were occupied all year long. Second, the story mentions a kettle. 

The first thing that we visualize is an iron kettle. The Iroquois did not have metal pots. They used earthenware vessels or, more often, waterlogged wooden boxes over the fire in which something could boil, but the vessel would never get hot or dry enough to burn! Both are, in my opinion, superb examples of technology developed to blend with environment. Now on with the story.

GREEDY FAWN AND THE PORRIDGE

In the days when there was no one living in this country but the Indians, there were no houses; there were only Indian wigwams. There were no roads and no streets, only Indian trails.

At that time there grew a wonderful chestnut, which the Indians used in their cooking. A very small bit of this chestnut grated into a kettle would make a potful of porridge.

In a certain wigwam lived Deerheart and Sky Elk, and their little son, Greedy Fawn. The mother was called Deerheart because she was so loving, and gentle, and kind. The father was named Sky Elk because he was so strong and fleet of foot. Greedy Fawn, too, came rightly by his name. You will soon know why. One day, Deerheart and Sky Elk went on a long trail. As they left the wigwam, they said to Greedy Fawn, “Do not touch the chestnut, do not build a fire, while we are away.”

Greedy Fawn promised. He watched his father and mother disappear down the western trail. Then he went back to the wigwam.

“Now,” thought he, “I will have all the porridge that I want.”

So he ran and gathered some sticks. He built a fire with the sticks. Then he hung the kettle over the fire and put some water in it. Then he found the chestnut. He grated a little sf the chestnut into the kettle and began to stir. Then he grated some more, and some more.

Faster and faster Greedy Fawn stirred the boiling porridge, for it began to swell and fill the kettle.

Larger and larger, it grew, and it grew, and it grew.

Greedy Fawn was so frightened he did not know what to do.
“Oh, will it never stop swelling?” he thought. Harder and harder he stirred to keep the porridge from boiling over. Beads of perspiration ran down his little bronze face, yet still he stirred. He dare not stop.

Then he remembered that sometimes his mother would rap the kettle with the porridge stick, if it became too full.

Rap, rap, rap, went the porridge stick on the edge of the kettle. Instantly the kettle began to swell. Larger, and larger, and larger it grew. Greedy Fawn was so frightened he did not know what to do.

Now Greedy Fawn could not reach across the kettle , to stir the porridge with the stick, so he ran around it. And around, and around, and around the kettle he ran, stirring, and stirring, and stirring.

At last the kettle was so large that it nearly filled the wigwam. There was just space enough for Greedy Fawn to run around it. And around, and around, and around the kettle he ran, stirring, and stirring, and stirring.

Oh, how his little arms ached! And, oh, how tired his small legs were! But still he ran. He dared not stop.

Here was porridge enough to last a small boy a lifetime, and he could not stop to taste one mouthful!

At last Greedy Fawn could run no longer. He stumbled and fell by the side of the kettle. He was too weak to rise. The stick fell from his hand and the porridge boiled on. Higher and higher it rose, until it ran over the sides of the kettle. Closer and closer the porridge crept to the little Indian boy, and soon Greedy Fawn and his stick were nearly buried in porridge.

For once Greedy Fawn had all the porridge he wanted. And never again would he have wanted anything, had not Deerheart and Sky Elk heard his cries, and come running like deer up the train to save him.

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