Hopi tribe journal 3.

                                                                                        June, 17, 1782
                                                                                               
 Dear Journal,



   I can't believe this. My brother almost - almost ripped up
the beautiful beaded pouch that my great-great ancestor made by hand. I was going to put it away when suddenly
he came up from behind me and stole it away from me! He
ran through the pueblo, almost knocking over a really nice
vase that was just made by one of the mothers in my tribe.
She was about to smack him but she didn't. I knew she would just blame it all on me and I was scared for that and
 that he would rip the pouch. I ran after him and carefully snatched it out from under his arm. He screamed put my name, '' Sakioa!!!'' he yelled as I kept on running to our part of the pueblo. Mother halted me to a stop right in front of her feet. I almost fell over on top my back. She said '' Hand over the pouch, let me see if you took any of the beads off.'' I was afraid to hand it over but I did. She looked at me smiling and said '' you are lucky Sakioa, he almost destroyed the whole thing.'' I took a big breathe and let it out really fast. I have to go wash up for bed.
                                        Sincerely, Sakioa

how the mountains came to be.

                                  The legend of the mountain

    One day, a man was walking and he said '' I think that the
ground is to flat.'' He wanted it to be more hilly but, it had to
be larger that just a hill. There was a spirit that could build
anything that you wanted but, you had to be a good person 
for a least a month. '' I can do this that is going to be easy!''            he thought. Many people in the village that he lived in called
him an optimist. It was true he was, he would always think             of everything on the bright side. He was also ignorant in some ways. He just didn't know a lot of things. He knew that you have   to ask him first, so he did. The spirit lived in a special cave. He
started to walk to the special cave to ask the spirit if he could
make the big hills. He kept walking and he finally came to the
special cave. The first thing that he noticed was that it was a
very bright cave it had some sort of light that was behind the
spirit. The man told the spirit that he thought the land in his village was to flat, and he asked him if he could fix it if he was a good
person for a month. The spirit said yes. It was hard for him but
he was a good person for a month. The hardest person to be nice to was his next door neighbor. That is how the mountains came to be.

Hopi tribe journal 2

                                                          June, 16, 1782

         Dear Journal, 

         

    The oddest thing just happened to me! My mother told me 
that my great-great ancestor made a pouch by hand and it 
was passed down from generation to generation. I am the next generation. It is a beautiful work of art, my mother told me that it should be in a Hopi tribe museum. I think she is 
right. It is a pouch with a beautiful long handle that is navy blue. The whole thing is covered in navy blue, and beautiful
multi-colored beads. She gave it to me to pass on to my 
oldest daughter. I am going to use it only for special occasions. I am not going to tell my siblings until they are as 
old as I am. I don't want them to break the pouch so I will hide it in my most secret place. When my siblings were little,
they went around in a flat carriage that is made of skins of
all sorts of animals. You can strap it to your back, or just hold
it in your hands. Tomorrow my father is going hunting, because our family needs another source of food besides crops. I have been eating squash, beans, and corn for the last 3 or so months.           sincerely, Sakioa.
   

Hopi tribe journal 1

 
                                                                                            June, 15, 1782

      Dear Journal,



   Hello, my name is Sakioa . I live in a tribe called the Hopi
tribe. I live with my family. I have a brother named Kayak.
I also have a sister named Sakaka . My brother has a special name it means; he has a lot of braveness in his heart. I went
out with my brother and sister, and we were going to pick some corn, but something felt a little odd. I told them to stay
right by me. We were all really scared because we thought there was something out there looking at us. I told them to go inside and I would harvest the corn myself. As they headed inside I turned around and there in front of me was the largest bear I had ever seen in my life! It stared at me and I was so scared I couldn't move. I counted, 1... 2... 3... 4... 5. I made a mad dash for the house, and I just made it with the bear right behind me. I told the whole story at dinner last night. We had fish, squash and corn. My mother said I have to go to bed now.

                     Sincerely,  Sakioa