Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

June was just as excited as he was to hear the story. Chaska had a captive audience.

The picture Chaska’s timbre evoked was fascinating. When he spoke of the small white stone, Mason’s eyes flickered to June, and then back to the larger storyteller.

When the stone laughed, in Chaska’s deep voice, Mason let out a shrill “HA!” and his tail thumped steadily from side to side. He didn’t know stones could talk! Apparently only magic moon stones, though. He determined he would go and find one the very next day.

When the wolf picked up the white stone, Mason bounced around in a small circle whilst seated. At the sudden pause, Mason tipped his head sideways and alleged “If I find magic moo stony, I tell June!” he exclaimed, not quite understanding why the wolf in the story had promised not to tell his best friend. June was Mason’s best friend in the whole world. Blue eyes that were gradually mingling with orange gazed at Chaska steadily, waiting for the response that was clearly expected – WHY couldn’t he tell his best friend? He wasn’t going to accept it as willingly as the wolf in the story had.