Once, when time was not quite old enough to be
counted, there lived a beautiful Indian maiden. This was a special maiden.
She could do all the work that needed to be done to keep her lodge in
order and to satisfy her mate. But this maiden did not have what she
longed for - her mate. As she sat under the large tree one day, she
heard the Greybird.
"Greybird, is it so strange for me to wish
to have someone to care for, who will care for me?", asked the
maiden. "If it is not so strange, why have I not found that one
meant for me?"
The Greybird had no answer for the Indian maiden,
but he sat and listened to her because he could hear the lonely in her
voice. Every morning for the passing of seven suns, the Greybird came
and listened to the maiden's story. As each day passed, the loneliness
felt by the maiden began to fill the Greybird.
One day in the Greybird's far travels, he came
to a handsome Indian brave. The brave saw the Greybird and called to
him. As he began to talk, the Greybird felt the loneliness in his voice
that the maiden had shown. Soon the Greybird began to see that these
two lonely people had the same wish, to find another who would love
and care for them as they would care for their mate.
On the fifth day of listening to the brave, the
Greybird became as a bird that is sick. The brave became concerned, for
the Greybird had become his friend. As the brave walked toward him, the
Greybird began hopping, leading the brave to the lodge of the Indian
maiden. Because the brave was wanting to see if the Greybird was all
right, he did not notice that he was going from his home. The Greybird
saw the Indian maiden sitting outside of her lodge and when he came
very close to her (to where the brave would see the Indian maiden) he
flew away. The brave saw the Indian maiden and realized that he had
wandered far from his home. He went to the Indian maiden to ask where
The Greybird sat in the tree and watched the brave
and the maiden. At first the brave was shy and the maiden would not
talk, but soon they were talking and laughing like old friends.
Greybird saw this and thought that it was good.
He had done as he could and now it was up to the brave and maiden.
As Greybird flew to his home he thought of how
Great Spirit had known that someday the two would find each other. Now
it was good, thought Greybird, that maiden had someone who would see
for her and Brave had someone that would hear for him and that they
finally had someone who would care.
The Great Spirit when he saw how the Greybird
helped a friend he gave him a great gift. That is why when we look at
the Greybird we do not see a Greybird we see a Red Cardinal.