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The fire crackles and embers
fly like mad demons from the
bon!. The huge logs surge
and snap as the blaze devours
everything thrown onto the pile!.

As the wind howls, children
stamp out the grass fires popping
to life from the flying sparks!.

Sandal Walker stands silhouetted by
the roaring blaze, then begins to speak…

“Watch the path of each burning cinder!.
See how some leap and spin!. See how
some fly straight like an arrow to the
heart of the enemy!.”

“From the dancing fire, each flitter
of flame is born from the confluence
of air and heat and sent streaking
across the night sky like a comet!.”

Cornplanter’s heart swelled with pride
as Sandal Walker told the lesson!. He
knew just then that he had chosen the
right one to follow in his footsteps!.

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