Stealer Stealer, Little Squealer

“Mom, Little Squealer pulled my hair!” yelled a little Inuit girl named June Flower. She was named that because her face was as beautiful as a June Flower.

“Little Squealer, Stop that!” yelled their mother.

“Squealer.” said an inuit boy named Little Squealer. He was named “Little Squealer” because of his big mouth.

“That’s your name, don’t wear it out.” said June Flower.

“Shut up” said Little Squealer. He turned around and left.

“Where are you going?” asked June Flower, following him.

“Nowhere, so stop following me.” said Little Squealer. He started to run. She ran after him. He stopped.

“Alright, you can follow me,” said Little Squealer. They walked for three days until they came to a Inukshuk.

“Little Squealer, let’s go home now.” said June Flower.

“Not yet” said Little Squealer. He took the head off the Inukshuk.

“Little squealer put that back!” June Flower said, building with fear. “If you don’t put that back you will die at a young age.” Said June Flower.

“It’s mine” Little Squealer said, running.

The Clouds covered the sun. It started to rain. Lightening hit a tree. they ran to the tree. There were branches everywhere. There was a message spelled out with the branches. It said “Little squealer, put the head back!.”

“I shall not put the head back” Little Squealer yelled.

“You should listen to her” said a strange voice. They turned around. It was a small man with a fox skin over his head and back. It was the fox spirit.

“Never!” Said Little Squealer. He started to run. A wolf jumped at Little Squealer, out from a bush. Little Squealer hit the wolf.

‘You shall dare hit the spirit”. said the wolf.

“I shall do as I please.” said Little Squealer. An owl swooped down and clawed at Little Squealer. He ducked.

Little Squealer hit the owl. The owl changed into a woman. “No respect for Spirits” she said.

“Stop this!!” roared a loud voice. Little Squealer turned around. It was a creature that looked like a man and a polar bear put together. Little Squealer hit the creature, using the Inukshuk head.

“No more.” said a high pitched voice. It was Sedna, the goddess of the sea. She swiped at Little Squealer. He dived out of the way. Little Squealer turned around.

June Flower was on the ground.

“NO!” yelled Little Squealer, crying beside her motionless body.

“I didn’t mean for her to die” Little Squealer yelled. His tears flowed around him and June Flower. They started to glow. June flower’s body slowly turned into a patch of June Flowers.

“I’m sorry, June Flower,” yelled Little Squealer. He walked slowly to the Inukshuk. He put the head on. The Inukshuk started to sparkle. It exploded. Little squealer’s body was on the ground. In front of the Inukshuk was Little squealer’s soul. It slowly floated into the Inukshuk. June Flower and Little Squealer were never heard from again.

That is why we should never break an Inukshuk or take a piece away from one. You will die a young life.