Shawnee Origin Story  

Deena Green

"Come children," she said looking to the sun setting in the west. She had long grey hair, dust had settled into the wrinkles of her deeply tanned skin.
The children gathered around her. "Sit," she motioned to the ground.
"Kokumemtha (Our Grandmother) what is it that you need," a young boy squeaked.
"Have we done wrong," a little girl asked while squeezing her silky back hair.
"I would like to tell you a story," she grinned
She sat there silently, staring at the children.