The Secret
At my age, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I
had to find a wife. The task proved difficult for me for I was not like other “men.”
As a matter of fact, I was not a man at all. I searched and searched for a wife
until I finally came across a widow looking for a suitor for her daughter. The
only condition she had was that the man who would marry her daughter had to be
a good hunter. I was not the best of hunters but I was desperate for love that I
lied and told her that I was a great hunter. Soon, our marriage was arranged
and I went to live with my new wife.
Hiding my secret from my new wife and her mother was a
difficult task. When I felt the change happening, I would rise early in the
morning and leave and not return until late that night. The first time this happened,
my wife’s mother questioned my sudden departure. When she asked where I was
going, I almost made the mistake of saying hunting but quickly changed my mind.
Hunting was definitely not the smartest thing I could have said. As I mentioned
before, I was a terrible hunter. If I traveled down that path, she would
definitely grow suspicious. Instead, I simply said, “Fishing.” This too was a
dumb decision because I realized that she would expect me to come home with a
mountain of fish. Before returning home,
all I could find were three measly guppies. I saw the questioning look in her
eye and tried to curb her doubt by telling her that I would be more successful
tomorrow. This became a never-ending cycle until one day; I finally had to
change up my excuse. Once again my mother in law asked where I was going but
this time I said, “Hunting.” I returned later that night with only two duwë'gä (lizards) and I knew I was in
trouble. The other men of the tribe had gone hunting that day too but unlike me,
they came home with many cuts of deer.
I knew my time was running out but as hard as I tried I could
not stop the change. Once again, I rose early and left my wife and mother in
law. I went down to the river like I did every morning and waited for my
transformation to begin. Once in my true form, I dove down into the water and
caught a crawfish. Crawfish were my favorite snack and I was quite pleased with
how swiftly I spotted and captured my prey. With the crawfish in hand, I flew
back down to the shore and took my human form and began to walk home. When I walked
through the door, my wife began to question me about my lack of fish. I quickly
explained to her that as I was fishing, an owl swooped down and scared away the
fish. Then, my wife gave me a look; a look that I knew meant that my secret was
out. She yelled at me and said, “You’re the owl! I thought I married a man but I
married an owl!” Those were the last words my wife ever spoke to me. She ran me
out of the house and I took shelter in the woods. That is where I have been
ever since; grieving the love that I once had. The love that I wanted more than
anything else in the world. The love that I knew I would never have again.
Author's Note: In this story, an old woman tries to find a good hunter to marry her daughter. The man that the old woman picks, turns out to have a secret; he is not a man but an owl. In the end, the two women find out the husband's secret and drives him out of the house. The story is told from the two women's point of view but I wanted to write about the husband/owl's side of the story.
Bibliography: This story is based on the story, The Owl Gets Married from the book, Myths of the Cherokee by James Mooney (1900).
Bibliography: This story is based on the story, The Owl Gets Married from the book, Myths of the Cherokee by James Mooney (1900).
I really liked that you chose to write about this story. You did such a great job of explaining the perspective of the male in the story. I loved how you linked his lying about his hunting skills to his desperation for love. I also liked how you added in how much he lamented for her after she found out his secret; it made me have sympathy for him. This was a great read!
ReplyDeleteThis story is so unique! I was definitely not expecting him to be an owl! It made me have a ton of questions about how he could transform back and forth and why he wanted to love a woman and not an owl. There was one grammar correction in the author's note that I noticed. I believe it should be "and drive him" because the subject is plural. Great story!
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