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1.0 out of 5 starsBut, we have no crab...
October 17, 2018
Many moons ago, my ancestor told me the tale of a woman, whose skin was like that of horse-milk, that descended upon our tribe. This woman said to us that she had spirit-walked her way to our lands from the little known Wannahbe Tribe. She said that she had come to teach us her ways of cooking, using a red tortoise, or what she called "crab" which can only be found near the lakes of salt.
To this, my tribe said to her "but we have no such lakes here" nevertheless, she persisted. After several days of her performing a rain dance, which she said was known to her tribe as "the jitterbug" no water was forthcoming. She instead, produced from her pouch, a cylinder of tin, in which, was a mush of red tortoise meat. She proceeded to use this to prepare a feast, which she shared with my tribe.
After the feast had ended, many once strong tribesmen began to fall ill. My ancestor was the only person to have avoided being slain by this wicked trick. It is for this reason that I must warn all who will hear me, from trading to acquire this book.