The Secret Trout Stream

On a hot, steamy Dunday morning, a villager left his wooden cabin to join the other fisherman in the hunt of food for their families. Little did he know that foggy morning, what would lead him deep in the woods towards the west side of the the river. The other fisherman, naturally, would fish on the east side of the river due to the horrific tales of the dark woods to the west.

As the villager approached near a patch of green where the fog had diminished just ever so slightly, he was able to see a narrow trail out of the corner of his eye. His imaginative mind said to him, "This must be the Trail of the Indians that was left here many years ago!" With His eyes wide open he took little steps through this trail knowing what danger stood before him. He too had heard the tales of the west and the wild beasts who had most of the villagers' fathers lives taken away. On the other hand, many brave villagers in the past had come out of these woods with game that fed their families for months. So this brave little villager walked up the trail and around the bend when he came up to a stream.

The words on his tongue stammered as he said, "Ttthis mmmst be the Trout stream those brave mmen ttalkedd, abb-bout." with an astonishing amazment he gathered all his fishing supplies, hooked his bait, and casted his pole into the beautiful sparkling stream. Not even a minute went by until he caught his first fish.

"TROUT!" he yelled. thinking the other villagers would here him and come running for the best catch of the village that they haven't had for so long. no one came. As the sun kept rising from the east towards the west, the fish started to leave to the bottom from the tremendous heat. The villager said, "28 trout, that should put my name on the hero list in the village."

As he started to pack his supplies and cover his bucket of 28 trouts he knew the hunt was over for the day. But the hunt for the Indians was not over, in fact it had just started as ten Chereoke braves stood no more then a few yards behind a tree in this camaflouged fog. As the villager went back down the trail the Indians stopped him in his path. With a language barrier the braves just stood there armed with their bows pointed at this little villager. The head Indian approached this young man, and knowing that this poor young villager stumbled and trespassed onto their territory by accident, he commanded his braves to lower their bows.

With a swift motion he pointed at the villager's bucket and said, "Howe, ushta esa troutay!" The young boy knew that these Indians wanted his game of fish when he understood vaguely the word troutay. He said, Please, this fish is to feed my family, I promise no one will ever know the place where I found them." He knew if he was to give up the fish his family would starve, if he tryed to out run and keep the fish, the Indians would most likely capture him, and God knows what they would do then.

In the end the Indians succeeded in retrieving their prize of trout and the villager was set free from the danger of the Indians force.

As he was leaving, depressed, sobbing, feeling like he let his whole village down, the head Indian yelled, "Ohwaah!" and threw a seven pound trout in this young mans arms.

His eyes lid up as he found out it was the largest trout he had caught today. Running back to the village with this fish, his family was jumping up and down with joy that this young man had brought a meal for his family, and maybe even enough for some dear neighbors. As the other fisherman were heading back to their homes with nothing but a few small mouth bass and mini blue gills, those fisherman where intrigued to find that this young villager had found the trout stream. One of the fisherman said, " A miracle. The boy has found the trout stream! Please tell us where it's at?"

The young man looked at each one of them and concerned for their lives he replied with, "I found this trout washed up on the banks of the river." The men grimmed and knew he was lying but did nothing. After the sunset the family enjoyed their meal with a few good neighbors. as the boy walked off into the the starry night he wondered and said to himself, "If I had told them where the trail was that led to the trout stream, would that have sparked a war between us and the Indians?"

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