{"id":1583,"date":"2023-02-11T13:28:45","date_gmt":"2023-02-11T13:28:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/?p=1583"},"modified":"2023-02-11T13:28:46","modified_gmt":"2023-02-11T13:28:46","slug":"bird-and-toad-play-hide-and-seek","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/cochiti\/bird-and-toad-play-hide-and-seek\/","title":{"rendered":"Bird And Toad Play Hide And Seek"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Down by the river there lived a little snipe (stuiga). A toad lived near by, and he said, &#8220;I&#8217;ll go and ask this bird to play hide and seek with me.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Toad went to the river. The little bird was teetering her body on the sand. &#8220;What a pretty way you have with your body,&#8221; said Toad. &#8220;Is it a pretty way?&#8221; &#8220;Yes! Shall we play hide and seek?&#8221; &#8220;Yes, let us play.&#8221; Toad said, &#8220;I must go back home to tell mother. Wait for me here. I must tell my mother so that she won&#8217;t be looking for me and thinking somebody has killed me.&#8221; &#8220;Go as quickly as you can.&#8221; So Toad hopped home. He got to his house and called, &#8220;Mother, I&#8217;m coming to tell you that down at the river there is a sandy place. We are going to play hide and seek That&#8217;s what I came to tell you.&#8221; His mother said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t go far off. Somebody might kill you.&#8221; &#8220;No, mother, I&#8217;ll just stay in that sandy place.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He went back to Bird. &#8220;Are you coming?&#8221; &#8220;All right, we will start.&#8221; They went out to a very sandy place. They both were laughing and having a good time. &#8220;Now we&#8217;ll start,&#8221; said Toad. &#8220;You be first.&#8221; &#8220;No, you be first, you invited me to play.&#8221; So Toad went to hide. Bird said, &#8220;When are you hidden, call out to me. Cover yourself up.&#8221; Toad hid and when he was ready, he called. Bird came to hunt for him. She came right up to where he was, but she could not find him. &#8220;I can&#8217;t see any tracks. Where is he hiding?&#8221; she said. So she was going back. She stepped right on Toad and almost fell over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hai li li, I found an arrow bead to take to my grandfather for a knife.&#8221; &#8220;I am the toad.&#8221; She took him up, and they both laughed and laughed. &#8220;Now it is your turn, birdie.&#8221; &#8220;All right, you must cover your eyes and not look at me.&#8221; She went to the same sandy place and hid in the same place where Toad had hidden. She just left her bill up. &#8220;Ready, Toad,&#8221; she called. Toad started to look for her. He searched and searched, but couldn&#8217;t find her. He hopped back. He ran his stomach against the bird&#8217;s bill that was sticking out of the sand. &#8220;Hai li li, I&#8217;ve found an awl for my grandfather to fix his shoes with!&#8221; He began to pull. &#8220;I am Bird.&#8221; They laughed and laughed. So both found each other and Toad went home to his mother well and safe and the bird stayed at the river.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Go Back To:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/cochiti-nation\/\">Cochiti Nation<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Down by the river there lived a little snipe (stuiga). A toad lived near by, and he said, &#8220;I&#8217;ll go and ask this bird to play hide and seek with me.&#8221; Toad went to the river. 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