ok. Chimidyue after sweeping you can help me plough the fields.
we are going hunting
On the banks of the Amazon River, in a clearing, there once lived a girl named Chimidyue. She dwelt with her family and relatives in a big pavilion-house called a maloca.
While the boys of the maloca fished and hunted with the men, Chimidyue and the other girls helped the women with household chores or in the farm plots nearby. Like the other girls, she never stepped far into the forest. She knew how full it was of fierce animals and harmful spirits, and how easy it was to get lost in.
Oh no. how will I find my way back?
MOTHER FATHER ANYONE
Still, she would listen wide‑eyed when the elders told stories about that other world. And sometimes she would go just a little way in, gazing among the giant trees and wondering what she might find farther on.
Why would I have to be human? I could show you just as I am!”
only if you were a human. you could have showed me the way out of the forest
One day as Chimidyue was making a basket, she looked up and saw a big morpho butterfly hovering right before her. Sunlight danced on its shimmering blue wings. The butterfly dipped as if in answer, then flew toward the edge of the clearing. Chimidyue set down her basket and started after it, imitating its lazy flight. Among the trees she followed, swooping and circling and flapping her arms.
She played like this for a long time, until the butterfly passed between some vines and disappeared. Suddenly Chimidyue realized she had gone too far into the forest. There was no path, and the leaves of the tall trees made a canopy that hid the sun.
Chimidyue wandered anxiously about, hoping to find a path. After a while she heard a tap-tap-tapping. “Someone must be working in the forest,” she said hopefully. She could not tell which way she had come. and she followed the sound. But when she got close, she saw it was just a woodpecker.