Q̓ʷe·ti· Becomes A ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat (Butterfly)
Digitized by: Hazel Greene
Q̓ʷe·ti· was sitting outside watching a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. He thought the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat was so pretty. It was flying around, it just looked so pretty.
Q̓ʷe·ti· said, “I want to be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat too! I want to look real nice and fly around like that.” The ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat told Q̓ʷe·ti·, “well, you can be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat, I’ll help you.” “hišu·” said Q̓ʷe·ti·. He could hardly wait to become a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. “hi·dax̌aƛa·k?” said the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. “hi·dax̌aƛs” said Q̓ʷe·ti·.
“ʔeʔe·ši·ʔ, because I really want to be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. Everyone will think I am so pretty when they watch me fly around.” So the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat changed Q̓ʷe·ti·.
wiʔibaqƛs!
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“What happened? What did you do to me?” “Well, you wanted to be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat didn’t you?” Said the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. “But I don’t look like you!” Said Q̓ʷe·ti·. Q̓ʷe·ti· was crawling around in the grass. He wasn’t a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat; he had turned into a caterpillar. Q̓ʷe·ti· was mad! “I can only crawl around like a sasadʔaɫk̓uk and I look ugly. I don’t want to be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat anymore.
wiʔibaqƛs!
wiʔibaqƛs!
This Photo by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND
This Photo by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND
This Photo by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY-NC
Qʷe·ti· watched the pretty ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat fly from la·ʔalačx̌ to la·ʔalačx̌. He looked at himself he could hardly move, he could only crawl along and wiggle a little. Q̓ʷe·ti· was getting really mad now. He yelled at the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat, “I don’t want to be a ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat anymore. I don’t want to be like this anymore.” “Well, you said you wanted to be like me.” said the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat. “But I didn’t want to become a sasadʔaɫk̓uk!” Said Q̓ʷe·ti·.
I am happy just being Me!
“I want to change back!” Q̓ʷe·ti· complained and complained until the ƛ̓a·ƛ̓a·wat changed Q̓ʷe·ti· back to the way he used to be. After Q̓ʷe·ti· became himself again, he did not ever wish to be like anyone else.