Once there was a boy named Navajo, he was a young man who was living with his mother named Omusa and his father Agwe. Navajo was very sad that he was living with his parents but he still loved them. He was sad he was living with them because when he was younger he wished that at this age he would all ready have a young, beautiful and kind wife with children who were very loving and carring. This wish did not come true and Navajo wasn't sure it ever would. Everybody was so suprised when they heard that he was not married because Navajo was very handsome. Every unmarried women loved Navajo and wished he loved them back but he didnn't. Navajo was very aware of the fact that all the young girls had a crush on him but he hated the thought of even being with them because all they cared about was looking their best and they were very self-centered. Navajo wanted a women who was kind, carring, loving, and all the other good things but he could not find a women who met up to his ecspectations.
One day Navajo went to the woods to find some Black Berries. When he stoped at the river to get a drink he saw the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her long Silky Black Hair draped down her back like a curtain. Her eyes sparkled like the shiny lake that she was dipping her feet into.
"Hello" said Navajo "I don't mean to disturb you" Navajo said more strongly and manly.
"Oh, you're fine." the girl's silky but startled voice spread through out the woods."Please, stay" she said more lady like
"Thank you" Navajo replied. "Where have you come from" Navajo asked, now sounding like himself.
"I have just joined the Haida tribe" she replied. "My family used to be Nomads" she said happily sounding proud.
" I am in the Haida tribe as well" Navajo said happy as ever.
A yellow bird landed in her hands. The bird was injured and had fallen from the sky.
"Oh poor bird" the girl said sounding very sympathetic.
Navajo expected her to drop the bird in disgust as any other girl would've done from his tribe. But she didn't, she carefully put the bird on the ground and gave care to it. Navajo went over to her to help.
"May I help you" Navajo said.
"Sure" the girl replied
"Whats your name?" Navajo asked
"My name is Aiyana" she replied
"I thought you were going to dro-" Navajo tried to say.
"P the Bird" Aiyana interrupted. "I know, all the boys from my old tribe made fun of me, they said I should just worry about being pretty."
"Yeah I know how you fe-, I mean the girls in our tribe only care about that." Navajo said.
Then they got the bird to fly again and they shared stories about how ridiculous the girls could get and how annoying they could be. Both Aiyana and Navajo felt a feeling they had not felt before. The feeling of love. After they had talked for a very long time they headed their separate ways but they promised to meet the same place and same time tommarow. They were both so in love.
When Navajo was on his way home so happy he wanted yell he noticed bushes of Black Berries that looked very very sad. So he sat down next to the berries feeling bad for them. Then he stood up and screamed, "Let every one and every thing feel the feeling of love. May they turn red for that is the color of love and that is what I feel."
Then the sad Black Berries turned red and shiny like Navajo's heart beating so fast from the impact of Aiyana. That is why Berries are red.
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