seasons were beginning to change. The winds were colder
and the nights were longer. This was the signal, for many
birds to fly south. The birds began to gather together
for the trip.
latecomer, whose name was "Crazy Crane", flew
in and told the other birds, "Well friends, you can
go without me, I am staying for the winter. " Grandpa
Crane told Crazy Crane, "Some of our other friends
stay here, but they can stand the cold. We were born in
the summer, so we have to go where it is warm. We all
have to go as a family. "
Crazy Crane stubbornly said, "No, go ahead without
me. I can stand the cold. My back is big and I have long
legs, so cold will not kill me. " The rest of the
cranes just shook their heads at Crazy Crane's foolishness.
then, a meadowlark flew in and pleaded with Crazy Crane,
"Friend, please come with us. You cannot stand the
cold and you will only die. Your relatives will blame
us if we leave you here."
owl flew in to listen to the talk, and he said, "Look
at me, I have feathers on my legs and I live in a warm
place. If it gets very cold, I can always seek shelter
in a Lakota tipi, where there is a fire to keep me warm.
Even then, when there are brown clouds in the sky and
smoke goes straight up, I can still feel the cold."
Another summer bird came and offered some good advice,
"If you must stay my friend, you should try to stay
alive when the snow gets deep, by building a fire."
The next day, all the summer birds flew south, leaving
Crazy Crane behind. During the next few days, the nights
were cold but Crazy Crane was able to survive.
first snow came and piled up, but it was not too cold.
Crazy Crane came out and yelled to his friends, "Look
at me! You told me not to stay here, but here I am. "
Some snowbirds came to him and said, "Friend, do
not say that. It is going to get even colder and you will
wish you had not stayed. "
north wind started to blow; brown clouds swiftly floated
by; and it started to snow. The first blizzard of the
winter was here. A snowbird flew by and Crazy Crane called
to him, "Friend, bring me some more wood. "
snowbird answered, "No, you can do it. You have a
big back. "
Crane stood over his small fire, fanning it with his wings.
In the morning, Crazy Crane lay there frozen to death.