Chapter 2

"Big Man go see the nurse, now who started it?" asked Principal Greg Tail Feather.

"Big Man, he always starts it, but I always finish it," said Little Crow.

"I am going to have to call your parents and Big Man's parents as well," said Principal Greg Tail Feather.

As he was making the call, Little Crow's big brother was walking to the office to copy some papers he saw Little Crow in the principal's office.

"Little Crow, this needs to stop," said Kicking Bird.

"Big Man started it," angered Little Crow.

"There is a better way of handling a situation, go to the Principal or a teacher," said Kicking Bird.

"Yes, you can always come and see me," said Principal Greg Tail Feather.

"See, just go to him, you don't have to fight anymore," said Kicking Bird.

"Brother, we've been fighting our whole lives, it's in our blood," said Little Crow.

"Let's talk, why do you hate the white eyes so much?" asked Greg Tail Feather.

"They took everything from us, they took what they had no right to take," said Little Crow.

"It was not these people that stole from us, it was their ancestors, this is a whole new century cousin, a whole new generation, so make the most of it," said principal Greg Tail Feather. "Your father is waiting outside."

So, they walked out to the car and got in and drove home.

"Son," said Rocky Crow.

"Father," Little Crow said in sarcastic.

"Care to explain?" asked Rocky Crow.

"Big Man started it, and I finished it, end of story," said Little Crow.

"Son, Principal Greg Tail Feather told me," said Rocky Crow.

"I know, alright, he gave me a long lecture, like Grandfather would have given me," said Little Crow crossing his arms.

"One day brother, you're going to have to grow up," said Kicking Bird.

"Only if they make me," said Little Crow.

When they arrived home, there mother, White Dove was cooking.

"Oh, Little Crow, your Grandfather wants you to take a walk," said White Dove.

"Why?" asked Little Crow dipping his fry bread in a pot of beans.

"He wants to tell you a story," said White Dove.

"Can't," said Little Crow.

"Can't or won't," said White Dove crossing her arms.

"Got things to do, can't he find someone else to tell his stupid story to," said Little Crow.

"What are you going to do, get in trouble on the Rez, stories are not stupid, they are what holds us all together," said White Dove.

"Whatever," Little Crow walking out and slamming the screen door from behind.

He saw his Grandfather sleeping in the chair outside, he quietly walked passed him.