My Part of the Story

I’m just waking up. I’m out of my teepee home and I’m ready to go hunting. To my surprise Dad was waiting outside to go hunting with all the neighbors. We were riding along when suddenly we saw a whole herd of buffalo! We were throwing spears when it happened…

I got kicked off my steed, and that’s all they ever saw of me. Until the day I was found by the Tonkawas. They captured me and held me as their prisoner. I’ll describe the Tonkawas, the buffalo, Comanches, and the climates, so it might be a while. They use every part of a buffalo! They use the skin for making clothes. The buffalo are very mean, have horns, hides, and bones. All of these parts are used so they don’t go to waste. We Comanches use a council system that talks about stuff. So here I am held as a prisoner. It feels kind of cool because it’s my first time being held prisoner. But then in the speed of light… it happened. The Comanche’s sprung into action, and took out all the guards. I broke free, and I ran as fast as I could. That’s the last they saw of me.

The Tonkawa’s Part of the Story

We were going on a buffalo hunt, and unfortunately the Comanches were going too. So they’re out hunting buffalo and we spot a Comanche boy laying out right there in front of us. So we took the little boy back to our tribe and you know what he did? He bit me! I thought that that was pretty mean so I tied him to a pole. Next all the Comanches came in and took us out. I tried to talk to them, but they just ran away with the boy without saying thank you. I thought that was pretty mean and bad.