Good neighbors —

I heard the Great Elk whisper to me last night.

When I began to write this message, I prayed for answers to our plight. I prayed the Great Elk would take our pain away. I prayed it would bring us a bountiful harvest once more so we might fill our bellies and know peace.

The Great Elk heard me, good neighbors! The wind carried its voice to me, and it showed me the way through our hardships we face, showed me fields of abundance returning to our small village. For our hunger is its hunger. Our sorrows are its sorrows. It hears our cries and feels our pain.