The
Woman Who Was Kind to Inscts
(from the West Greenland Inuit tale)
This old woman was left behind
because she didn't even have the strength
to sit in her corner and chew hides for boots.
When it was time for her village to move,
her family said goodbye, giving her only a few insects to eat.
The old woman accepted her death, thinking,
I'm
not going to eat these creatures. I am old
and perhaps they are young. Perhaps
some a/these lice are even children.
When she hadn't eaten for a few days
a fox slunk into her igloo. She prepared herself
for the Land of the Dead as the fox bared his teeth.
But instead of eating the old woman,
he simply bit off her clothes, then her skin—
so gently she didn't even feel it.
Her old skin lay around her ankles like a pair of trousers
and when she looked down her new skin was firm
like that of a young woman.
The insects, used to being eaten by humans
who didn't think twice about it,
had asked their fox friend to lend his magic.
When the family returned next summer,
they looked everywhere for the woman's bones—
under piles of rocks, in her favorite cave.
They didn't know she had gone off to live with the
insects.
It is said she married a handsome blow-fly
who stayed by her side, forever faithful.
--Denise
Duhamel
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