THE WOLF, THE MUSKRAT, THE CROW
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Mr. Ginsberg smiled then.
"Now when you are finished, boys," he said. "There is cake
and ginger ale for you upstairs. Then, tomorrow, if you want to go,
there will be a trip to the beach."
The Wildcat smiled.
"Well, what do you think boys?" asked the Grand Sachem.
"Why fine," said the Crow.
"OK," said the Muskrat.
And the Wolf agreed.
Then when the Grand Sachem had gone back to his newspaper
the Tribe had a fire-lighting contest, with flint and steel and with
bow
and spindle. The Crow lit a 1,1est of tinder with flint and a
knife but no one had any success with the bow and drill.
The meeting was closed with the singing of another song, and
when it was over they went their different directions from Sey·
mour's house: the Crow and the Wolf striding off together for a
soda at the Sugar Bowl.
Eddie the soda-jerker waved to them from behind the taps as
they went in toward a booth, and when he came to get their order
he
said to the Wolf:
"Ya look pretty smooth, Morrie! You and Hutchins here been
out datin' the women
I
suppose."
"One chocolate soda," said the Wolf. "Maybe we have been
datin' them and maybe not."
"I'll have a chocolate, too," said the Crow.
"What are their names?" Eddie asked as he went away
from
them.
"I
guess he must think we're in high school already," the
Wolf
said to the Crow.
"Well we will be next year."
"Say I'm going to get long pants next week," said the Wolf.
"So am
I."
"Yeah I'm going to get them next week: my uncle is a tailor."
"Well what did you think of the meeting?"
The Wolf frowned.
"Tonka Kewoo Mr. Ginsberg," the Crow said suddenly. They
both pounded the table with their fists, laughing and laughing.
"Are you taking a tepee to the beach?" asked the Wolf.
"Yeh. And enough wampum to get hotdogs."
