Never let your child Alone...
This story was told by my grandma and her dad who was my great grandpa, about two little kids possibly the ages between 7-9 years old a girl and boy were told to herd sheep back when my mom was girl herself so they lived out far from neighbors and stores no roads or highways were not made yet. Only trail bush roads back than so the mom, aunts and grandma’s were home they always made these kids herd sheep. The men always were away to store or help other neighbors even medicine man or in ceremonies. One day these two kids followed the sheep all day until maybe mid afternoon playing around after the herd but never knew about the bull. This bull belong to a a guy who was very mean and strict who lived far from them but his cows roamed everywhere along with that bull.
The two kids didn’t know the bull was watching them until he chased them both kids had to climb into a old abandoned hogan where the owner of that place was buried and we were always told not to bother old places where someone was buried inside it. The two kids went in there but the bull dugged after the two kids with his hooves and horn. My grandma told me that the bull had huge horns and hump on it’s back. He was the type of cow that wasn’t scared of horses.
The bull got into the old abandoning hogan and crawled in chasing those kids out of there. They were along ways from home. Just open spaces and hills along with few trees that weren’t even tall enough but the kids possible climbed the tree. The bull rammed over and over until it broke.
The bull got the kids and ate them. Back home the women got worried because the sheep came home without the two kids. The men came home the next day and went to neighbors homes asking if they seen the kids. They search tracking the sheep trails and found the tracks of the bull with kids foot prints. They went to the old hogan and seen that the bull followed the kids and found the kids all in pieces. They scalp and parts even hair were all over the place.
The men gathered and one man saw the bull laying around under a tree with a head of one kid. They knew who that bull belong too and went to that mean guy home. He had to see for himself. Sure enough, his bull had eaten the two kids. They call my great grandpa to help and hunted down this bull. Killed the bull and burned it. I heard it was huge bull who had no fear of anyone. My grandma told me this story because she remembered it all.
I know where that happen and to this day I don’t like see kids walking alone. Never know what animals might be out there. My grandma and grandpa always told us never let your child alone and watch them. It was better told one more detail in Navajo but was scary and sad story for me.
