So when we went down to the river, my brother and sister joined shortly behind. After they got there my little brother went on a hunt for crawfish. About 15 minutes later he came back empty handed. My mom decided to try. And over who knows how long, she tossed two big ones and one small one up on the rock by me. My job was to keep them from going back into the river, which took more effort then I thought it would, but I managed. We went home with three crawfish which later my sister cooked for me in banana laplap. I wish I knew how to get them to stop giving me the best they have. I'm honored, it but I don't want them not to enjoy things just because I'm around. It's complicated some times. I tried to eat one and offer the other, but they wouldn't eat them. Finally, my mom ate the heads (which I don't like at all). But maybe a year from now I'll be the one catching them and cooking the
Until next time
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