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This collection of student work is from Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available for educational use only.





Through the Eyes of a Wild Turkey

I can remember when I was first born my mother and father both held me in their soft, fluffy feathers and smiled at me gently. The first food they fed me was a long worm with fly wings on it. It tasted wirey the very first time but then I got used to it as I got older. When I turned one year old my mother and father gave me my first tour out in the trees. I was scared of getting out of the nest but I had to. I got used to it though when me and my other brothers and sisters started to play together. When it started to get dark we had to turn back to our nest. In the grass we all saw a little rabbit eating bark from the trees. But then it turned around and ran back to its family.

Around 7:00 P.M. we had supper. My father had caught some mice and we had a roast of little skinned mice. When we were done eating my mother went out for a walk alone because she was not feeling good. When I was about to go to bed she came home. Just in time, because we heard men walking around searching for turkeys to shoot. My parents always told me never to fly out if a man was close by because he would kill you.

When morning came my parents called my name. "Angela, come over here and help with the cooking. Today is a big day. Nobody but you and your father is allowed to go out today because there are a lot of men going hunting. You little children might get killed out there. And if we ever leave this grass house we are going to walk. There will be no flying if something goes wrong. I was told that sometimes they burn the grass. Last year your aunt died because she was so panicked. If something goes wrong just walk as fast as you can through the grass into the trees, and then fly away as fast as you can."

"Right now," my mother said," we have to get our cooking done. Tonight is Thanksgiving, and we are having a nice fat muskrat. Your father caught it with a man's trap in the lakes. I also picked some blue, rasp, salmon, and cranberries from the tundra. I thought it would be a good dessert. I hope we can all be here to eat together, because now you and your father have to go out and get some pine needles and leaves for decorating the house tonight. But be careful. I'm staying home with the little ones. I don't want them wandering around the grass or trees alone. There might be traps that are set, or even open ground holes. Some other friends are going along too.

When we left we had to be really quiet because we heard men speaking really quietly out there. As I was picking some leaves my tail got stepped on by a man, but I just lay completely still. My father got really scared. So he made some noise and ran in the other direction. Then all of a sudden he got shot in the side. He yelled for me to go home and not to come back for him because it was too late. He was done for.

When I reached home I told my mother that dad was killed. She got so pale and felt so confused. She went looking for him but all she found was some of his blood on the ground. She cried so hard. She just couldn't believe it for awhile. Then she finally came back home.

We had our Thanksgiving without our father for the very first time. But when we were at the table saying grace, suddenly my father's spirit appeared and told us,"Don't worry, I will always be with you, and you won't have Thanksgiving alone,ever!"

BY: Carmen Pitka

Through the Eyes of a Wild Turkey

Through the Eyes of a Wild Turkey
How Dog Got His Big Ears A Dog I Am A Day In The Life Of A Dog My Life Story
A HUSKY I am Too Old to Play A Dog for a Day Dream Dog
A Day For Little Legs Ever Since I was Born...


The Day My Life Ended as a Fox If I Were A Fox A Fox I Am PARANOID
Sense of Where You Are Through the Eyes of a Fox A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A FOX In The Life of A Fox

THROUGH THE EYES OF A TURKEY Sue the Turkey Till Death Becomes Thee Through the Eyes of a Wild Turkey
Eye of a Turkey A Turkey's Life My Crazy Life as a Turkey Through the Eyes of A Turkey

TIME FOR A CHANGE OUR LOST LAND A Killer Bee is Who I Am Killer Bees Attack Humans
A Bee I Am Channel Bee News KILLER BEES OF AMERICA Attack Of The Killer Bee's


OUR SCARY EXPERIENCE The Witch... One Cold Dark Night Freaking Out
One Scary Night… A Crazy Fishing Trip With Norma The Night Of Halloween House of Halloween



How the Chicken Got Its Name How The Ptarmigan Changed The Seasons How Moose Got Its Antlers How Dogs Started to Bark...
How the Fox Got His Red Coat How Raven Got Its Black Feathers How The Bear Lost His Tail Kidnapped Daughter
Of Wolf and Man Why Wolves Are So Big The Monkey Man Ircaqurluk: The Yupik Teacher
The Old Woman Statue How the Red Fox got its Colors The First Bear The Last of the Thunderbirds
The Bear Skin How The Raven Got Black Wolf Spots The Bear and the Two Weasles



Christmastime Tales
Stories real and imaginary about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1996
Christmastime Tales II
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1998
Christmastime Tales III
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 2000
Summer Time Tails 1992 Summertime Tails II 1993 Summertime Tails III
Summertime Tails IV Fall, 1995 Summertime Tails V Fall, 1996 Summertime Tails VI Fall, 1997
Summertime Tails VII Fall, 1999 Signs of the Times November 1996 Creative Stories From Creative Imaginations
Mustang Mind Manglers - Stories of the Far Out, the Frightening and the Fantastic 1993 Yupik Gourmet - A Book of Recipes  
M&M Monthly    
Happy Moose Hunting! September Edition 1997 Happy Easter! March/April 1998 Merry Christmas December Edition 1997
Happy Valentine’s Day! February Edition 1998 Happy Easter! March/April Edition 2000 Happy Thanksgiving Nov. Edition, 1997
Happy Halloween October 1997 Edition Edible and Useful Plants of Scammon Bay Edible Plants of Hooper Bay 1981
The Flowers of Scammon Bay Alaska Poems of Hooper Bay Scammon Bay (Upward Bound Students)
Family Trees and the Buzzy Lord It takes a Village - A guide for parents May 1997 People in Our Community
Buildings and Personalities of Marshall Marshall Village PROFILE Qigeckalleq Pellullermeng ‘A Glimpse of the Past’
Raven’s Stories Spring 1995 Bird Stories from Scammon Bay The Sea Around Us
Ellamyua - The Great Weather - Stories about the Weather Spring 1996 Moose Fire - Stories and Poems about Moose November, 1998 Bears Bees and Bald Eagles Winter 1992-1993
Fish Fire and Water - Stories about fish, global warming and the future November, 1997 Wolf Fire - Stories and Poems about Wolves Bear Fire - Stories and Poems about Bears Spring, 1992



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