The one who did what he wanted
Rêve-d'Or-Songe one day had the desire to travel. And to those who asked him the reason, he replied: “I want to discover things that it is not given to me to see every day.” Rêve-d'un-Songe therefore left his family and left. He had been walking for more than a moon when he saw an old man fishing at the edge of a river. “Hey!” the old man shouted to him. You are Dream-of-a-Dream, I recognize you. I knew your father well. What can I do for you?
—Tell me where this path leads.
—If I were you, I wouldn't go any further. But if you want to continue, I advise you to be careful. In this forest, you will see a newborn hanging from a branch. Above all, don't pay attention to him, because, in reality, he is not a child but the odious Snake-who-is-Never-Satisfied. » Before letting him go, the old man gave him a knife. “Take this, you might need it.” »
Rêve-d'Or-Songe continued on its way. Soon he heard moaning. A baby was hanging from a tree. He walked past without stopping, but after a few steps, he felt sorry for himself: “Why are you crying like this?
—It's been more than ten snows since I last nursed my mother. »
Reve-d'un-Songe gave him his finger to suck. “Here, still take this, I have nothing else to offer you.” » The newborn stopped crying and began to suck the finger. Then he sucked in the hand. And soon the whole arm disappeared into his mouth. Frightened, Dreamdream remembered the knife the fisherman had given him. He planted it in the child's body and he immediately let go. But when Dream-of-a-Song looked at his arm, he saw that the Snake-that-Never-Satisfied had swallowed all his flesh. “Luckily,” he said to himself, “that I only offered him one of my arms. » And he set off again.
—If I were you, I wouldn't go any further. But if you want to continue, I advise you to be careful. In this forest, you will see a newborn hanging from a branch. Above all, don't pay attention to him, because, in reality, he is not a child but the odious Snake-who-is-Never-Satisfied. » Before letting him go, the old man gave him a knife. “Take this, you might need it.” »
Rêve-d'Or-Songe continued on its way. Soon he heard moaning. A baby was hanging from a tree. He walked past without stopping, but after a few steps, he felt sorry for himself: “Why are you crying like this?
—It's been more than ten snows since I last nursed my mother. »
Reve-d'un-Songe gave him his finger to suck. “Here, still take this, I have nothing else to offer you.” » The newborn stopped crying and began to suck the finger. Then he sucked in the hand. And soon the whole arm disappeared into his mouth. Frightened, Dreamdream remembered the knife the fisherman had given him. He planted it in the child's body and he immediately let go. But when Dream-of-a-Song looked at his arm, he saw that the Snake-that-Never-Satisfied had swallowed all his flesh. “Luckily,” he said to himself, “that I only offered him one of my arms. » And he set off again.
PFar away, the young man met an old woman delousing herself in front of her hut. “Hey!” Isn’t that Dream-of-a-Dream that I see there? I knew your father well. What can I do for you?
—Tell me, old woman, where does this path lead?
—It crosses the Valley of the Skeletons. If you venture there, don't stop there. A bird constantly sings there but does not listen to it because it is the Bird-Who-Never-Sleeps, one of the worst geniuses in the region. Here, here's a tomahawk in case you need it. »
Reve-d'un-Songe took the weapon and continued on his way. After a curve, the path became so crowded with skeletons that the young man had difficulty moving forward. It was then that he heard a strange song. He said to himself: “Whistle as much as you want, I know who you are. » Then he stopped to look at a skull. At that moment he felt himself lifted from the ground and he rose towards the clouds. At the top of a mountain, a bird placed him in his nest. “I saw that you were tired,” the bird told him. I came to get you so that you could rest here. » Cozyly installed on a feather bed, Rêve-d'Or-Songe fell asleep. The bird grabbed his leg and sucked out the marrow. Dream-of-a-Songe woke up with a start and struck the bird on the head with a tomahawk.
—Tell me, old woman, where does this path lead?
—It crosses the Valley of the Skeletons. If you venture there, don't stop there. A bird constantly sings there but does not listen to it because it is the Bird-Who-Never-Sleeps, one of the worst geniuses in the region. Here, here's a tomahawk in case you need it. »
Reve-d'un-Songe took the weapon and continued on his way. After a curve, the path became so crowded with skeletons that the young man had difficulty moving forward. It was then that he heard a strange song. He said to himself: “Whistle as much as you want, I know who you are. » Then he stopped to look at a skull. At that moment he felt himself lifted from the ground and he rose towards the clouds. At the top of a mountain, a bird placed him in his nest. “I saw that you were tired,” the bird told him. I came to get you so that you could rest here. » Cozyly installed on a feather bed, Rêve-d'Or-Songe fell asleep. The bird grabbed his leg and sucked out the marrow. Dream-of-a-Songe woke up with a start and struck the bird on the head with a tomahawk.
The boy continued his journey... until he saw an old man launching his canoe. “Hey!” Aren't you Dream-of-a-Dream? Your father was my friend and he was a man of common sense. What can I do for his son?
—I would like to know where this river leads.
—It leads to the big lake. But in reality, it's not a lake, it's the Monster-Who-Never-Moves. It digests those that enter its vast stomach.
—I want to go and see.
—Then take this canoe. However, be very careful, as soon as you smell a foul odor, you will have to come back very quickly. Otherwise, you might regret it because the monster would devour you. »
Reve-d'un-Songe boarded the canoe and went down the river. He came to a large expanse of water and a foul smell caught his throat. “Should I come back now?” » he wondered. But seated in the bottom of his canoe, he decided to continue. Rêve-d'Or-Songe did not realize that he was already swallowed by the monster. Darkness fell around him and it grew thicker and thicker as he progressed. The young man was then seized with fear. He paddled faster and faster. Finally, he saw a faint glow ahead of him which grew as he advanced. Then there was a sharp clarity. Dream-of-a-Dream had just come out of the monster.
—I would like to know where this river leads.
—It leads to the big lake. But in reality, it's not a lake, it's the Monster-Who-Never-Moves. It digests those that enter its vast stomach.
—I want to go and see.
—Then take this canoe. However, be very careful, as soon as you smell a foul odor, you will have to come back very quickly. Otherwise, you might regret it because the monster would devour you. »
Reve-d'un-Songe boarded the canoe and went down the river. He came to a large expanse of water and a foul smell caught his throat. “Should I come back now?” » he wondered. But seated in the bottom of his canoe, he decided to continue. Rêve-d'Or-Songe did not realize that he was already swallowed by the monster. Darkness fell around him and it grew thicker and thicker as he progressed. The young man was then seized with fear. He paddled faster and faster. Finally, he saw a faint glow ahead of him which grew as he advanced. Then there was a sharp clarity. Dream-of-a-Dream had just come out of the monster.
For joy, he waved his arm, and his boat capsized. He swam to shore and breathed a sigh of relief. But during this terrible journey, the monster had swallowed all his flesh. The young man then saw the old man who had given him his canoe. " Help me. Carry me on your back, I'm exhausted. » The man replied: “Ah, that’s strange, a skeleton is talking to me.
—I am not a skeleton, I am Dream-of-a-Dream. »
The old man was shaken by a loud laugh. “So you are this crazy young man whose father I knew. You don't need any help since you always do what you want. » And the man began to cut down a tree without paying any further attention to the young man. So, Dream-of-a-Song returned on foot to his village. His friends laughed when they saw him. A crane had told them the whole story. Not only had Rêve-d'Or-Songe lost his knife, his tomahawk, and his canoe in the adventure, but the last evil genius had sucked him to the bone. And this is how he lived, in the state of a skeleton, among his family.
—I am not a skeleton, I am Dream-of-a-Dream. »
The old man was shaken by a loud laugh. “So you are this crazy young man whose father I knew. You don't need any help since you always do what you want. » And the man began to cut down a tree without paying any further attention to the young man. So, Dream-of-a-Song returned on foot to his village. His friends laughed when they saw him. A crane had told them the whole story. Not only had Rêve-d'Or-Songe lost his knife, his tomahawk, and his canoe in the adventure, but the last evil genius had sucked him to the bone. And this is how he lived, in the state of a skeleton, among his family.
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