Indian Mythology: Little Bird Ogaet

there was an old hunter from the guarani tribe, and his son was named jaybe.

the young man goes out hunting every morning.

every time he left his father's hut, he looked at the thick branches of the labago tree and shouted, "friend, would you come with me? it seems that today's hunting will succeed again.” when the horned bird heard the call, he followed jaybe.

the horned bird is a little bird like a sparrow.

one day, the young guarani, while looking for his little bird, discovered that there was no horned bird in the nest, only one grass hanging by it.

the old indian showed up at the door of the hut and said to his son, "don't come home too late.

we're on our way tomorrow!" jaybe didn't answer.

and the old indian said, "you're not happy that the chief still doesn't know you, he doesn't know you're the best boy in the tribe and i'm sure the chief will appreciate you.

ebert will be your wife." and the old man added, "you'll be chief." the young guaraní whispered, "i miss ibona day and night." she's my life mate." jaibe headed for the forest.

the horned bird has waited in the woods before him.

it's hot.

the young man was worried, walking with his hands on the leaves.

this morning, he didn't want to go hunting.

as he used to go out hunting, he was often happy to get away from the snake or to touch the spider web and let the spider climb out of the hideout.

all of a sudden, jaybé was listening: a gentle sound.

the young man stood up for a while and struck a long growl.

not long after ibona appeared.

they played all day in the woods.

jaybe came home before the moon rises.

the old hunter is anxiously waiting for his son to return.

"tomorrow we leave, the chief awaits us." old man said.

jaybe walked into the hut and put the bows and the three wildcats he hunted on the ground...

and then the horned bird sings.

jaybe had a smile on his face and had his hands peeled off the orange wildcat.

the old hunter thought, “tomorrow, the pond will be full of victory, and we will walk in the light.” but jaybe was thinking, “tomorrow, the shadow will be over me, and everything is boring.” that night, the old indian was blinded all night, burning his son's fire in the hut.

at dawn, the young indian painted his body with fish glue, then carefully painted his wrists, placed a layer of green feather on his arm, with a graft on his ankles and a belt around his waist and a red parrot feather on his head.

jaybe was dressed to meet the great towissa.

father and son are on their way.

they left for a long time and finally came to the lake.

on the banks of the lake are the sheikh's huts, with various signs on the roof and flashing in the sun.

the old man whispered, "we're finally here." jaïbé was lying low, he was in a state of confusion and headed towards the sheikh's hut.

it's a big holiday.

the camp is full of peopleAll the people who landed together.

All the boys were naked, covered in colours and busy with their weapons.

The chief of the tribe sits around the sheikh's tent, with leaves on their heads and a few wooden sticks on their hair.

They are waiting patiently.

Some of the little boys ran around, wearing a helmet made of coconut leaves, and the big helmet fell down and covered their eyes.

Suddenly, a wave of shouts and cheers were sounded.

Two Indian girls sat by the Chief.

That's Ebert and her sister.

The old hunter said, "Boy, look how charming the Chief's lady is," and Jaybe would turn his head and go straight to the Chief.

The chief was wearing a gorgeous coat made of bird feathers, with shells and talismans on his wrists and tiger and crocodile teeth on his chest.

He said to Jaybe, "I know you're a good boy, but I don't know what you're capable of." This time it was the father of the child, and the old hunter replied, "You've never seen such a brave hunter, such a quick swimmer.

He's a good boy." The chief replied, "We'll see what your name is." "Jaibe." He looked up and said he was very proud.

"You have to fight my people.

I'll say hello to you.

It's not easy to win! You have to beat a lot of rivals!" Towissa said that he was pointing his finger at opponents standing among the elders.

The chief raised his hand and a prominent man handed him a small ax.

This is the signal of the beginning of the festival。