@brighteyes847: The Bannock Man and the Prickly Shield-COOKING WITH BRIGHT EYES Long ago, when the Voyageurs paddled the rivers and the winter winds began to howl, a cheerful little traveler named the Bannock Man walked the Manitoba trails. With his cozy fur hat, his brightly woven Métis sash, and his trusty walking stick, he brought warmth and smiles wherever he went. One chilly autumn evening, as the moon rose high over the boreal forest, three sneaky, floating spirits crept out from the dark shadows. They loved to cause mischief, tangle up fishing nets, and scare lonely trappers with eerie whispers. "Look there!" hissed the first spirit, pointing its misty finger. "A delicious, warm Bannock Man! Let’s give him a fright!" But the Bannock Man was clever. He knew the ancient secrets of the land. He didn’t run, and he didn’t hide. Instead, he stood tall, gave a confident thumbs-up, and stepped right into a thick patch of wild prickly roses. Snap! Crackle! Whish! Instantly, the tangled branches twisted together to form a beautiful, protective archway all around him. The wild rose bushes burst into full bloom, showing off their delicate petals and a fortress of sharp, wooden thorns. The mischievous spirits flew forward, but stopped dead in their tracks. They gasped and shivered. They could not pass through the protective medicine of the rose thorns! Every time they tried to glide closer, the sharp brambles safely blocked their path. Realizing they couldn’t bother the joyful little baker, the grumpy ghosts gave up and floated away into the night sky, completely defeated. The Bannock Man winked at the moon, safe and cozy behind his fragrant, thorny shield. He knew that as long as he respected the power of the earth, the wild roses would always keep the shadows at bay. c. S.A.

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