Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

The dark figure had followed a winding river path to the noise of a waterfall. It was there that he stopped to rest, to watch the comings and goings of birds as they rose out of the trees and swooped to the ground to pick at seeds.

When Crowfeather had regained some of his strength, he drank from the water and waded to his ankles. There was a cave opening near the waterfall that drew his eye. The brush around it concealed the entrance. The shadow was stiff as he sniffed at the mouth of the cave, scanning the darkness with wary wide eyes.

After gathering the courage to enter the cave, he followed its path to a large room. In that room there were glittering odd stones. He could see the sun peeking through an opening in the stone overhead – a large crack that had cleaved the cave open to the heavens. At the center, the sunlight spilled on the ground. Crowfeather sat here and listened to the waterfall outside.