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The drums stopped earlier in the night, as I lay there thinking about what I had just witnessed, a tribal dance from the buffalo. In my aw The young daughter of the Great Chief Thunderhooves approached me. “My father would like you to have this Mr. Switch.” She smiled. What she held in hoof was a spear, but not any spear this was a gift for the buffalo’s most honored guest…. and it was being given to me. -Hickory Switch. 2-16-1000 C.R.

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