"Come close, my grandsons, that I may tell you a
great secret. The partridge has a story.
The squirrel
which sits on yonder limb and scolds our presence has a story . . .
see that great pine with its roots drawing life from the Earth,
our Mother,
and its branches reaching out to the Sky,
our Father,
and that slender blade of grass growing at its roots.
Each, my grandsons, has its own story
All (beings) have their stories."
-- Edward S. Curtis, 1914