It's a chilly winter evening, the moon's shining down on the flowing river, the stars are twinkling in the black December sky. Running Elk and Prairie Fawn are snuggled together under a buffalo robe by the riverside just outside the village, their breath frosting in the cold air. Running Elk reaches over and puts his hand over Prairie Fawn's under the buffalo robe.
"Sweetheart" he whispers, "let's play weeweechu"
"no..."she giggles, "let's just sit here and watch the moon reflecting on the beautiful dark water"
"But you know, I really like playing weeweechu," he says, "come on."
"It's so calm and quiet," she says quietly, snuggling closer to him, "let's just enjoy it."
"But Honey, it's so much fun. I know you enjoy it too, and it's the right time for it....come on, just for a while....let's play weeweechu." he insists.
"Oh alright," Prairie Fawn says and sits up a little under the blanket, "you start"
Running Elk picks up his hand drum and starts to beat it. They both begin to sing....
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"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, weeweechu a Merry Christmas..."
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