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A Rainbow in my Pocket

A Rainbow In My Pocket
A long time ago, in the far away land of the Navajo, there was a small
village. A favorite time in the village was evening. The time when work
was finished, fires had been lit, and the families gathered around the Hogan
of the village story-teller. Have you ever seen a Hogan? It is a small,
almost round, house made of adobe and wood. The door always faces east
and catches the early morning sunlight as a new day begins.
This is a story told one evening to the children who had gathered at
the story-tellers’ Hogan. The story was about Charlie Blue Feather, a young
Navajo boy.
Morning was a time of adventure for Charlie. He would be out of bed
by the time the first ray’s of sun touched the edge of the towering cliffs that
surrounded his desert home. Charlie would swing open the door and let the
new day into his house, then out he would run in the still cool air of dawn-
and just run. Perhaps he would see a lizard sleeping under a rock ledge or
run with a Jack-Rabbit across a high ridge. He may even see a snake
warming itself beside the shaggy bark of a Juniper tree. All these things
lived in the harsh, yet beautiful desert that was Charlie’s home.
Charlie would run until he was out of breath, then throw himself down