Many moons ago there once was a mouse born pure white. An albino mouse from the Creator.
Like many field mice he roamed the woods and sometimes roamed the strange structures with interesting smells coming from their tops. These were the tepees of the People!
Within one of them was a great Warrior and hunting provider to the People. But, this Winter was heavy and the snows came by the feet and rose to the top entrance of the tepees. Starvation loomed unto the People and to the small animals of the forest.
Because of the snow depths the white mouse had to explore for food in the smelly place he rather not go. So into the skins of the strange structures he began his adventure exploring for food. Once inside he felt the warmth of the air and sat upon a wooden bowed item where he could see the stange People. This mouse was known by folklore to be “Mutch-a-do” a special gift from Mother earth. And, he could speak the Native tounge! ( A gift from Creator)
The Warrior was known as “Kicking Bear” and was mighty among the People. But, even the snows stopped him from hunting for the food so much needed. He sat at the fire rubbing his hands when his eye caught the White mouse sitting upon his bow hanging from a piece of deer hide. “Mutch-a-do” started the talk by saying “Why do you stare upon me warrior of the Creator?”. In reply “Kicking Bear” said: “You are great medicine and respect of sight I must grant”
“Why did you enter my Circle?”
” I was hungry and it is cold in the depths of the snow” he replied.
” I have no meat for jerking” said “Kicking Bear” and “The wee ones cry in hunger for even I cannot go outside and bring meat to the fires for all.” Mother earth has brought the snows upon us like never seen before this time.
“But, I am hungry” said :Mutch-a-do
“Kicking Bear” stared again upon the White Mouse and said: ” I have this nut which you may have for it is all that I have left to give to a visitor within my abode. My words are at an end just as life is upon a path.”
“You are a Warrior and I am well pleased in your gift of the nut” said “Mutch-a-do”, and you are not going to die.
Remember this my friend: To worry over “much-a-do” is like over the other hillside where a herd of Buffalo is resting just 50 feet from where we sit.