Bedtime Story Indian Fairytale Iagoo the Storyteller with Vapor Punk and Cuddles

hey everybody it's Vaper punk I'm here with my friend cuddles hello everybody I'm cuddles why are we here Vapor Punk well cuddles we've got a really really lovely bedtime story today oh how exciting Vapor Punk yes cuddles it's an American Indian fairy tale o I've never heard one of those Vapor Punk let's get comfy and snuggle up for aagu the Storyteller another Super story a todle puddle night night cuddles night night children night night vapor Punk night night
children yagu the
Storyteller there never was anyone so wise and knowing as old yagu there never was an Indian who saw and heard so much he knew the secrets of the woods and the fields and understood the language of birds and beasts all his lifelong he had lived out of doors wandering far in the forest Where the wild deer hide or skimming the Waters of the lake in his Birch Park canoe besides the things he had learned for himself yag knew much more he knew the fairy tales and the Wonder Stories told him by his grandfather who had heard them from his grandfather and so on away back to the time when the world was young and strange and there was magic in almost everything yagu was a great favorite with the children no one knew better where to find the beautiful colored shells which he strung in into necklaces for the little girls no one could teach them so well just where to look for the grasses which their Nimble fingers wo into baskets for the boys he made bows and arrows bows from the ash tree that would bend far back without breaking and arrows strong and straight from the sturdy Oak but most of all yagu won the children's hearts with his stories where did the robin get his red breast how did fire find its way into the world so that an Indian can get it out by rubbing two sticks together why was coyote the prairie wolf so much cleverer than all the other animals and why was he always looking behind him when he ran it was old yagu who could tell you where and why now winter was the time for storytelling when the snow lay deep on the ground the north wind came howling from his home in the land of ice and the cold Moon Shone from the frosty Sky it was then that the Indians gathered in The Wigwam it was then that eago sat by the fire of Blazing logs and the little boys and girls gathered round
him oo wailed The North Wind the Sparks leapt up and yagu laid Another Log on the
[Music] Fire what a mischievous old fellow was this North Wind one could almost see him his flowing hair all hung with icicles if the Wigwam were not so strong he would blow it down and if the fire were not so bright he would put it out but this Wigwam was made on purpose for just such a time as this and the forest nearby had logs to last forever so The North Wind could only Nash his teeth and say
oo one little girl more timid than the rest would draw nearer and put her hand on the old man's arm oh Iago she said just listen do you think he can hurt us have no fear answered yagu The North Wind Can Do no harm to anyone who is brave and cheerful he blusters and makes a lot of noise but at heart he is really a big coward and the fire will soon frighten him away suppose I tell you a story about it and the story Iago told we shall now tell to you the story of how shibis fooled The North
[Music] Wind