““An owl circled the rising moon. Grandfather had taught her about the spirit of the owl: he had such powerful medicine. More than any of the big bellies left alive in the Hunkpapa or Oglala families. What would he consuel if he where with her now? The owl landed softly on the branch of an overhead pine, settled his wings, looked sharply down at her, and through his ageless eyes she felt the presence of her grandfather. -Go back to your bed and sleep and wait for the dream. The dream is the question and the answer. The dream will tell you what to do-. The owl blinked twice then swooped off into the night.””
