The Hooman Saga - Book Two, Part 1

Episode 29

(This book is available everywhere online. I'm working as I can to get this posted to Wattpad. if you can't wait to see how this turns out, see https://calm.li/HoomanSagaBk2Pt1 for more information and links.)

THE WHITE SPACE TURNED into a sky above a woody forest. They were a pair of owls floating overhead. I turned to look at Teacher, "Let's dive down below to where you were going to land, before that hunter can shoot us with his net."

They dived to land safely, then shifted into two Amerindian women in white buckskin. The hooman male came running up as before, dressed in homespun with a net and pitchfork.

"Why did you want to hurt us?" Teacher asked, sending her thoughts while moving her mouth to form the words.

The hooman stopped in tracks. "I didn't want to hurt you, I was after the owls," he said.

"Are the owls your enemy?" Teacher asked.

"They kill our chickens," said the hooman

"Perhaps you are thinking of eagles. Owls will feed on carrion, but their main meal is mice and small rodents, the ones that eat your crops and bite holes in your houses," Teacher explained.

The hooman set his pitchfork down, points first, and leaned on its handle. "I didn't realize that. So owls are good for our crops, actually. Huh. But how about those eagles?"

"Do you see many eagles around all the time?" asked Teacher.

"No," said the hooman, "only a certain time of the year."

"If you could learn when those times are, and keep your sheep closer to your houses and barns at that time, perhaps the eagles would go after rabbits and other small creatures instead," suggested Teacher.

"That's a good idea. Thanks!" The hooman held out his hand and I shook it. I looked at Teacher and nodded my head toward the hooman. Teacher grabbed his hand and shook it as I did.

That scene then faded to white.

- - - -

ANOTHER DREAM CAME in where we were two young does feeding in a pasture.

"Quick," I said. "Duck down and lower your head to the ground."

BOOM! went the gun as the shot whistled by us.

Now we weren't deer, but squaws again.

"What are you shooting at?" I yelled to the hooman.

"Who's out there? I didn't see you. Come on over here before you get hurt!" The human yelled back.

We both slowly rose up from a crouch. Our white buckskin didn't look like a brown deer, especially with the turquoise, white, and black bead-work. We walked to the hooman, who had cradled his rifle and waiting for us in the shade of a large oak tree.

"Are you hunting deer today?" I asked.

"Well, not really, but I saw one and figured it would be good to have some meat on the table like that," he replied.

"Do you often shoot them so young? She didn't seem but barely older than a fawn," I asked.

"Well, she was young..." The hooman scratched his head.

"Do you have a deer problem that you need to kill the very young?" I asked.

"No, not really. It's the larger deer that jump our fences and eat our crops," He replied.

"Perhaps you might want to wait until they got full size and do your harvesting in the early winter when they have more meat and fat on them. At the time food gets scarce for them." I suggested. "Now rabbits, those will reproduce several times in a year. And you can trap those without accidentally hitting another hooman."

The hooman smiled at that. "Those are a couple of good ideas. I'll talk them over with my neighbors. Thanks."

We both shook his hand, and the scene faded to white again.

(This book is available everywhere online. I'm working as I can to get this posted to Wattpad. if you can't wait to see how this turns out, see https://calm.li/HoomanSagaBk2Pt1 for more information and links.)