The moon

Today was our busk or party in the town center. We call that place Pascova . At the busk we have a feast, dancing and the best part of all father tells us a story. I'll tell the story to you.
Once there was a beautiful maiden, She was loved by all. Though her father was a cruel man. He never hurt his daughter, but he hurt the hearts of many.   It was the day of the busk, when the father was planning something terrible! The gods saw what the man planned to do. So the gods settled on the man's punishment. On the maiden's 20th birthday she will be turned into something almost as pretty as her. Years past,the father never hurt anyone since the gods did what they did. It was the day of the busk and the maiden was born on that day, but during the party the maiden got pale. Then she got bigger & more pal. She got bigger & bigger & then she flew up & sat up in the sky. The maiden had turned into the moon! every night after the sun sets, the maiden of moon comes up and watches her father. That's how the moon came to be.
 Wasn't that the best story I believe that story is true.

about my Creek Nation

So I was thinking I could tell you a little bit about my tribe. Here is some information on my tribe.
Who are the Creeks?
The Creeks also known as The Muskogee are Native American people traditionally from the southeastern  U.S. Mvskoke is their name in traditional spelling. The modern Muskogee's live primarily Oklahoma, Alabama, Georgia and Florida. The Creek people are descendents of a remarable culture that, before 1500 AD, spanned all the region known today as the Southeastern United States. Early ancestors of the Muscogee constructed magnificent earthen pyramids along the rivers of this region as part of their elaborate ceremonial complexes.
The traditional home for the mvskoke was a mud hut, complete with grass or wood roof. This later evolved into log home, perhaps due to the European influence. Nowadays houses are more modernized. The town still consist of the same basic structure, but the homes often more spread out for framing and agriculter.

Ehawee and the Bird

Hesci! Hello my name is Ehawee. I am the chiefs daughter. Father says that my sister(Chumani) and I are the most beautiful young ladies in the tribe. Let me tell you a what happen today.So I was playong with my friends when father was calling me he said it was for my hunting practice. (Creeks girls must learn to hunt.)So   I was shooting arrows when I missed my target. I went to get it when saw a baby bird. It had fallen out of it's tree. It had a broken wing, so I took the bird back to the tribe. I said to father
"Father can we keep it until it gets better?''
and father said
'' Why? what happened to it's wing?"
It's broken.'' I said
Well OK, but just until it's better."
Than I jumped a around. and the best part is that tomorrow is a party that we have each year. I'll tell you more tomorrow.