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Wohali and the Little People by Winona Rasheed (Mid-Grade Reader)

Wohali and the Little People by Winona Rasheed (Mid-Grade Reader)
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The lazy days of summer are always filled with fun and adventure, a great time for being out of school; no teachers and no home work. But, by the time those hot, summer days comes to an end, you are ready to get back to your school books, hang out with your school friends, and meet your new teacher because a new school year is exciting and holds a lot of promises.

However, to Wohali, the ten-year-old Cherokee Indian boy, the thought of changing his life style, and going to school for the very first time is not so exciting as he anticipates this new adventure; afraid of losing his identity and having to give up his Cherokee heritage in order to fit in, afraid that no one will like the new kid in school, leaves him worried, fearful, and anticipating the worst and dreading the unknown.

But, things aren't always as they may seem when we embark on a new adventure, or a new stage in life as Wohali finds out with his first day of school blues.

Print (Still with old cover till later in 2016):
ISBN/EAN13: 1922066079 / 9781922066077
Page Count: 28
Trim Size: 5" x 8"

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Sample Chapter

"The great one!" shouted Wohali. He leaped from the white, plastic pail he was sitting on and began to struggle with the long, bamboo stick. "You will not get away this time," he screeched when he saw the size of the enormous catfish at the end of his fishing line. He waded barefoot out into the murky lake. The water rose higher and higher, and his feet sank deeper and deeper into the cool, mucky mud. The catfish flipped, flopped and wiggled, trying to free itself of the nylon string that was hooked into his mouth.

Wohali pulled and yanked on the fishing pole, using all the strength he had. The pole bowed with the weight of the fish as Wohali pulled back, arm muscles bulging. Moments later, the excited Cherokee Indian boy stood by the side of the lake grinning, feeling proud of his accomplishment. The catfish looked as though it weighed a good twenty-five or thirty pounds; it was magnificent to look at. The bright-eyed ten-year-old had been trying for the last month to hook the catfish as a surprise for his grandfather, who had taught him well the skills of fishing and hunting.

"This is O-sa-da," he said with glee as he dropped the fish into the pail he had been sitting on. "This is very good. Grandfather will be so proud." He gathered up his moccasins and ran sopping wet, swift like an eagle in flight, through the woods towards home, a place he shared with his grandfather, Grey Wolf.

As soon as the log cabin was in sight, Wohali began to shout in his native language, "Grandfather, grandfather! Come, come quick!" The cabin was tucked away, at the bottom of a hill, almost hidden by an over population of wild trees and shrubs; it lay secluded by winding footpaths that went in all directions. Wohali loved it here because it was like he was camping out, roughing it all the time. He and his grandfather lived off the land, in the spring, summer and fall; and when it wasn't raining, they would always eat by campfire, cooking food over an open pit.

"Wohali, what is all the commotion?" his grandfather asked, appearing in the doorway of the old, rustic cabin. His grey hair was parted down the center of his head, and two long braids hung over his shoulders. Even though he was not a young man, he had a strong muscular body. He was a tall, brave and proud man. A smile appeared on his broad face when he saw his grandson.

"It's the special catfish," said Wohali grinning. "I finally caught him!"

Grey Wolf peered into the bucket; his dark eyes glowed with happiness and pride. "This is very good," he said. "You have done well."

"I am a great fisherman," Wohali said.

"That you are," said his grandfather. "And a great hunter. With your bow and arrow, you can bring down a jack rabbit with just one single shot."

"Fishing is fun," said Wohali as he stared wide-eyed at the catfish. "I could fish every day, all day long." He glowed with happiness and pride.

"You clean. I cook," said Grey Wolf. "Tonight, we will eat well. Beans and your special catch of the day."

Wohali cleaned the fish and, when he was finished scaling and gutting, his grandfather placed it on the open pit. The scent of the fish and brown beans cooking in the open air, sent up a delightful aroma, and Wohali's stomach began to gurgle with hunger. When the food was finished cooking, Wohali sat with his grandfather on the ground by the blazing campfire and ate.

"I like this," said Wohali as he ate a piece of fish with his fingers.

"You like the fish, or you like living like a Cherokee?" his grandfather asked.

"I like them both," Wohali answered smiling.

Grey Wolf sat silent for a few moments, watching his grandson. "You know, tomorrow is the start of school," he said softly. "You must go."

"I don't want to go! You can teach me like you have been."

"I teach you the way of the Cherokee, but you must learn other things, too," said Grey Wolf.

"You can teach me what I need to know better than anyone. You are the best."

"Thank you for your compliment, but you not going to school is no good. It will be very bad for you," his grandfather said. "You need to be with other boys, make new friends. You will need friends your own age."

Wohali stopped eating and stared into the burning embers, silent.

"What is wrong?" asked Grey Wolf.

"What if they don't like me?"

"What is not to like? You will make many new friends," his grandfather said.

"I don't want to have to give up my Indian heritage if I go to school."

"Why should you have to do that? No one can take your heritage away from you," his grandfather said.

"They won't let me dress the way I want, the way I am used to," said Wohali pointing to the tan fringed pants he wore. "And what about my Cherokee Indian headband that you gave me? Will I be able to wear that? Also, I know they won't let me speak in Cherokee like I do when I am here and around you. As I see it, going to school will make me lose my language and my spirit. My Tsa-la-gi heritage will just fade away."

"You will be the new boy at school. You do not want to bring attention to yourself. You want to fit in," said his grandfather. "You do not want to stand out from the others. This is why I have bought you some new clothes to wear. And, as far as our native language, you will have to speak so that you will be understood. That is of great importance."

Wohali frowned at the thought of having to give up so much just to fit in. "Can I bring my bow and arrow?"

"I doubt if you will have need of it. I don't think your class will be hunting for rabbits. Save that for the weekend."

Wohali gave a heavy sigh, knowing he was not winning this conversation. "You are going to make me go. You will not change your mind?"

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