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flowers with beady eyes. The small voice kept crying: “Awake; the Spring is coming!”
Ninna-bo-jou said: “Little voice, where are you? Come here.”
But the little voice, being everywhere, was nowhere, and could not come at the hero’s call.
So he said: “Little voice, you are nowhere because you have no place to live in; I will make you a house.”
So Ninna-bo-jou took a curl of Birch bark and made a little wigwam, and because the voice came from the skies he painted the wigwam with blue mud, and to show that it came from the Sunland he painted a red sun on it. On the floor he spread a scrap of his own white blanket, then for a fire he breathed into it a spark of life, and said: “Here, little voice, ..text pokračuje
