the chief, not so surprising huh? “Hey, tell your sister to come out and go. We’re migrating now, it’s too cold here.” “Okay,” I said. “Katrina, let’s go!” I exclaimed. “Okay,” she responded. So on we went, on an adventure between life or death. We started by moving to the Rocky Mountains. It was snowing and cold, good thing our tribe brought warm clothes. I looked up at the sky. ‘The clouds look fluffy. If only I could wish away all of my cares and live on a cloud,’ I thought. “Hey look at that jagged…
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