The Flute:She watched him play the native flute. She had never heard a flute of this kind before. She knew at once, she wanted to have one. She did not know when or how, but she knew one day she would play one of her own. Time past and the day arrived. The money that she made from selling her last gun, a gun that she had owned since she was sixteen, was how she was able to afford to buy a flute. She had heard of a flute maker who made them with his own hands. She attended upon him to see if she could make her purchase. He showed her two boxes of flutes. "This is all the money that I have," she explained, nervously. "Which flutes fall within my price range?" From the two boxes, he selected some and played them for her. From those that he had played, the selection was slowly narrowed to three. She put out her hand. "Could I play and hold them myself?" For twenty minutes, she tried out the three flutes, until finally, she made her choice. The flute was made of cedar and was held in a cedar box imprinted with a bear and eagle totem. He gave a her, her first flute lesson, showing her how to position her fingers. Within a few years, she would create her own magic and change lives with her cedar flute.
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