Darryl Chamakese first shared this little story on FaceBook on March 30th, 2012, explaining it was one his grandfather told when he was too tired to tell a real story. I’m sure it left the grandchildren begging for more. I suspect his omosômapan (his late grandfather) would be proud of this reading. Thank you, Darryl for sharing it here.
mitoni apisci-ācimowinis
kētahtawē ēsa pēyakwāw, pēyak awa kocawākanis ēkwa pēyak ciscēmās, ē-nakiskātocik mēskanāsihk.
“mahtēsa nōcinicoscān” kā-itwēt awa ciscēmās.
“ahāw ēsā! māka ēkāwīya nistikwānihk ka-nawatinīyan” itwēw ēsa awa kocawākanis.
māci-nōtinitowak ēsa! wahwā! kā-pisci-nawatihtināt ēsa awa ciscēmas ōhi kocawākanisa ostikwānīyihk ē-pakamisimāt. kā-saskitēwistikwānēsimāt ēsa, kā-nīso-mīstihkasocik.
ēkosi.
ᒥᑐᓂ ᐊᐱᐢᒋ ᐋᒋᒧᐏᓂᐢ
ᑫᑕᐦᑕᐍ ᐁᓴ ᐯᔭᒁᐤ, ᐯᔭᐠ ᐊᐘ ᑯᒐᐚᑲᓂᐢ ᐁᑿ ᐯᔭᐠ ᒋᐢᒉᒫᐢ, ᐁ ᓇᑭᐢᑳᑐᒋᐠ ᒣᐢᑲᓈᓯᕽ᙮
“ᒪᐦᑌᓴ ᓅᒋᓂᒍᐢᒑᐣ” ᑳ ᐃᑘᐟ ᐊᐘ ᒋᐢᒉᒫᐢ᙮
“ᐊᐦᐋᐤ ᐁᓵ! ᒫᑲ ᐁᑳᐑᔭ ᓂᐢᑎᒁᓂᕽ ᑲ ᓇᐘᑎᓃᔭᐣ” ᐃᑘᐤ ᐁᓴ ᐊᐘ ᑯᒐᐚᑲᓂᐢ᙮
ᒫᒋ ᓅᑎᓂᑐᐘᐠ ᐁᓴ! ᐘᐦᐚ! ᑳ ᐱᐢᒋ ᓇᐘᑎᐦᑎᓈᐟ ᐁᓴ ᐊᐘ ᒋᐢᒉᒪᐢ ᐆᐦᐃ ᑯᒐᐚᑲᓂᓴ ᐅᐢᑎᒁᓃᔨᕽ ᐁ ᐸᑲᒥᓯᒫᐟ᙮ ᑳ ᓴᐢᑭᑌᐏᐢᑎᒁᓀᓯᒫᐟ ᐁᓴ, ᑳ ᓃᓱ ᒦᐢᑎᐦᑲᓱᒋᐠ᙮
ᐁᑯᓯ
All of a sudden one day a cigarette and a match met on a small path.
“Let’s have a little fight” challenged the cigarette.
“Okey dokey! But don’t grab my head” said the match.
They began to fight. The cigarette accidently grabbed the match by the head and slammed him to the ground igniting his head. They both burnt to nothing.
The end.
