(This is a story from the Yurok Indians of Northern California. It caught my attention because of its eerie, sad tone. Please leave a comment if it impacts you, too)
It was at Espeu that he lived who owned the Long One.
He hunted constantly on the cliffs north of Espeu. There he found it when it was little. When he saw it, he thought, “It’s pretty. I shall try to keep it.” He wanted to see how large it would be when grown. He brought it to the house and made a box for it and kept it. At first he did not know what it was.
He was always hunting. When he killed deer or elk, he fed a small piece of the meat to his pet. When he came again, he always saw that it had grown.