Many years ago, a boy lived with his grandmother. Every day, the boy hunted and caught a bird. Every evening, his grandmother brought a basket of corn from the storehouse. Then she prepared dinner. One day, the boy glanced into the storehouse and saw it was empty. But that night his grandmother brought a basket of corn as usual. So the next evening the boy followed her to the storehouse. He saw her lean over the basket and rubs her hand along her body. Dried corn flowed into the basket.
Before the boy could run away, she saw him. “Now that you know my secret, I must leave you,” she said. “But hear me. When I die, clear a piece of land. Bury my body in that land, and I will be back to feed the tribe.”
That night, the boy’s grandmother died. In the morning, he cleared the land. As he pulled her body towards her burial place, small plants sprang up behind it. The boy tended the plants. Months later, they were as tall as a person. Their silky hair was like his grandmother’s. And the plants produced enough corn for the whole tribe.
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