Reading Notes (California/Southwest Part 2)

The second half of the readings focused more on the Coyote then any of the other animals. Even the majority of the titles have the Coyote in the title. I was able to find another really interesting "creation" story that I really hope to be able to tell in one of the weeks to come. This one was called "How The Bluebird Got It's Color". Here are a few notes about it.

1. The story includes instances of poems as well.
2. The main character is named Bluebird.
3. I like the idea of breaking up the paragraphs with poems or sonnets rather than just having one continuous story. It might give the reader a longer attention span and even hold that attention a little longer.
4. There is also dialogue included.

(thefool.com)

Bibliography:
How The Bluebird Got Its Color
A Pima Legend

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