The Western Hemisphere Blizzard

Well, I am a full blooded Indian guy. I knew this storm was coming the month before it happened. The horses, the trees, and the prairie dogs told me. The deer showed me. When the storm hit, I was wasting my time in school when I could have been doing better stuff. But, they let school out, because the weather turned bad.  The snow and wind started to get worse every second.   When, I got home the lights were barely on.  The lights burned dimmer than usual, and then not too long after that they went out.

So, I was at home and just sitting there and wanting the lights to come back on right away, but they didn’t. And about two hours later, it started to get really cold in the house, like, really cold. Then, we all pulled out our buffalo robes and such, then, it wasn’t cold at all. We went outside and gathered some wood and started a fire in the house. We grabbed some buffalo meat and fed the tribe.

After that first day of the storm, we ran out of food. We had to starve the next day until I went out hunting in the blizzard. I went we out into the land of the Lakota people and prayed hard before I left. When I was out there in the land alone, I saw some deer in a draw so I snuck up to them deer, and they waved at me and said shoot me. They were all right for me to shoot them. I couldn’t pick one out, so I just shot in the air and one fell over. They all bowed there heads and disappeared into thin air. So, I thanked the deer who gave me his life. Then took him home and ate him. That was a good dinner; the best I ever had in my life time.

I went to sleep and got up the next morning; the lights were still out. I threw some more wood on the fire and ate some left overs of the deer. But, then I fell over and went into shock. When I woke up, the lights were on. There was no fire, no wood, and there was no deer that I went out and killed. It was all a dream. I had what the holy men call a vision. I thought that was pretty cool. I learned something that I would have never learned if there had been school. But now, I wish there could be another storm, because I want to have another vision and hope it’s a cool one like the last one.

Colin White Wolf