While reading the "The Chiefs Daughter" by Rosemary Sutcliff I came across a very surprising event. In this selection, a young Indian girl meets an Irish prisoner and when a stream that brings many important resources to the tribe, begins to dry up, their relationship is put on the line.
I didn't understand why, if the boy was a prisoner of war, did Nessan's tribe allow him to wonder all over without anybody accompanying him. It sounds to me as if he is an Irish boy living a young Sioux boy's life, which is a lot better than being locked away in a small, dark jail cell that you and I picture when we think of a prisoner. This thought was confusing and mind-boggling.
However, when I related this question to my own life it began to make sense. When I was in Kindergarten, my mom called me downstairs very early before school for my 6th Birthday.
Then she handed me a small box. I glared into it as a small baby ferret's eyes met mine. I named him Fred and we became best friends or almost.
"I hope you like him, Stephen!" My mom hollered as I ran upstairs. "The man said if he bites you, we have to put him in his cage!" I heard those words but I didn't quite understand what that meant until later.
When I arrived in my room Fred closed his strong jars right on my index finger, and he continued to do so whenever he pleased. I knew what I needed to do, but I felt sorry for Fred. He was just two months old and he didn't know any better, and it didn't even hurt that bad anyway. So, I never punished him and I just got used to the...