So I Took The Bright Red Stick

When A Vision Comes From The Thunder Beings Of The West, It Comes With Terror Like A Thunder Storm; But When The Storm Of Vision Has Passed, The World Is Greenier And Happier; For Wherever The Truth Of Vision Comes Upon The World, It Is Like A Rain. The World, You See, Is Happier After The Terror Of The Storm.

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.

Also, As I Lay There Thinking Of My Vision, I Could See It All Again And Feel The Meaning With A Part Of Me Like A Strange Power Glowing In My Body; But When The Part Of Me That Talks Would Try To Make Words For The Meaning, It Would Be Like Fog And Get Away From Me.

Everything Tries To Be Round.

You See, I Had Been Riding With The Storm Clouds, And Had Come To Earth As Rain, And It Was Drought That I Had Killed With The Power That The Six Grandfathers Gave Me.