Yaitse said:

I see the footprints
Running here and there.
Give them to me,
Those two skinny boys!

White Shell Woman said:

The prints like little feet,
I make them with my fist’s edge,
Scatter them all around the place.
It’s better than living alone.

Changing Woman said:

Go back to the mountains, Yaitse,
Break your teeth on stones.
There’s nothing for you here,
Nothing you have not ruined.

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