had blessed! Soon, he had a sizable amount of
money in the village's little bank, and almost every tug that came up
the river brought gifts of food, clothes, books, and letters
from people everywhere asking for blessings.
33 Little Blue Blossom looked at all the things. "Half these things are
too small," she said, "we couldn't use all this food in ten years. What
will we do with it all?"
34 The little boy picked up a pair of pants that wouldn't fit him, and,
a shirt, and, a book, brought them to his mother, and spoke the name of
a neighbor boy. His parents looked at each other, then grabbed a pencil
and some paper, wrote the boy's name on it, and stuck it in the pile.
35 Time after time Little Gray Boar went through the items, picking out
this or that and putting some person's name to it. When he was done
only the things they could use were left. But there wasn't one person
in the village that didn't get something.
36 Gray Boar stared at his son. "He perhaps knows five people in the
whole village by name," he wondered, "but he's just named every single
one of them ...every man, woman, and child, and given each of them
something they can use and probably need! How could he know?"
37 His mate went to The Family Altar and took out The Sacred Writings.
She turned to a passage in Bold Fox. "'After me,'" she read, "'there
shall come one who is wise in all wisdom, and when he is but a babe,
The Lords shall bless him. And those Blessings shall he give to his neighbors, according to their needs, each and every one by
name. For The Lords shall know Their peoples' needs, and shall whisper
in his ear!'"
38 His son had gone outside, and had not heard what his mother had
read. He happily played with the family cat in the yard. His father
came over and knelt beside him. "Son," he asked, "how did you know what
to give to who?"