Lending a Helping Hand
“It’s starting to get cooler outside,” Little Crow said to his cousin Jake, his voice laced with concern. “I’m going to stay home today and help Grandma. She’s trying to fix up the house before winter, and I know she’d love your help too.”
Jake shrugged, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. “Suit yourself, but I have plans today.”
Little Crow’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in disapproval. “So, fishing and playing with your friends is more important than helping Grandma?”
Jake shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting away. “I’ve had these plans for a few days now. Go, run along. We all know you’re Grandma’s favorite.”
Little Crow’s expression turned stern, his voice firm. “Grandma is getting old, Jake. She’s finding it very hard to move around. She’ll have a rough time surviving if she doesn’t get things done before winter.”
Jake’s expression softened, his eyes flashing with guilt. “Okay, okay. I’ll help, but I can’t stay all day.”
Little Crow nodded, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. “You can help with the heavier stuff, and then you can go.”
As they worked, Jake watched Grandma intently, his concern growing with each passing moment. She was struggling to move, her wings tired and her eyes puffy. He felt a pang of regret for not realizing the extent of her struggles sooner.
“Why didn’t you tell me Grandma was this bad?” Jake asked, his voice laced with anger and concern.
Little Crow’s expression turned matter-of-fact. “I did tell you, Jake. If you’re finished with those boxes, you can go now.”
But Jake hesitated, his eyes fixed on Grandma. “I’m not going anywhere until I know Grandma is looked after,” he said, his voice firm.
Little Crow’s face broke into a warm smile. “Good, let’s get to work.”
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