Our Indian Museum House

I’ve never lived in an Indian museum before. I’m practically jumping out of the car door before it comes to a stop as we approach our new home with the elk bones in the yard.

Angie comes running to Mom who is standing by Nina. “Look, I found berries growing on a bush behind the house!”

Nina says, “This is going to be just great! Angie can collect the berries, Dana can collect the skulls…”

Little Erik chimes in, “I want to collect the skulls too!”

Dad tells Erik that there are enough skulls for everyone as he walks over to look at a small wooden house that looks like it’s made for small people like me and my sisters and brother.

Dad says that the flooring in the front half of the house will have to be removed and replaced. He continues talking and says that he and Mom and I can chop the floor boards over the next couple of days. I’m excited about this because it means I get to use a hatchet and Dad knows I’m finally big enough to help and won’t kill myself with a sharp object