Crow breathed an audible sigh of relief. “I say it is time to choose!” Crow sounded very authoritative. He turned to Eagle. “How shall we choose?”
Grandfather Eagle looked slowly around the group. “Who would like to represent us?”
Almost everyone took a step forward. Grandfather Eagle laughed heartily, “I see. Well, my only requisite is this: one of our representatives must be a resident of that region, chosen after we arrive.” From this one sentence, everyone know that Grandfather Eagle would be going on the journey.
Robin, from her perch, spoke next, “It is clear that almost all of us want to go, so how will we ever be able to agree on the six? Also, we have no way to communicate a private ballot. Perhaps we should just trust Grandfather to decide”
A murmur of assent arose in the glen.
Eagle let the stirring subside before he spoke. “That only sounds like a good idea,” he finally said. “You are all forgetting one thing.”
(to be continuing)
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