A long time ago, there was a race of
Little People. They were very tiny, maybe 5 or 6 inches tall. Life was good for the Little
People except for the occasional attacks from visiting birds. One day a Cherokee hunter,
we don’t remember his name, showed them how they could make little bows and arrows to
defend themselves against the birds.
Now, for a hundred years the Little People live by
the marsh in harmony with the world. When one day a flock of Blue Herons came and with
their long legs, the Little Peoples arrows fell short.
The women and children went screaming into their
homes in the sides of the marsh. They were fearful of the long beaks of the Great Blue
Heron.
The tiny warriors stood their ground against their
enormous foes. As a punishment today for terrorizing these Little People, the Blue Heron
has to feed alone and is never seen in flocks.
