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Dear Dennis.
I just mailed you this new story, but I forgot my usual lines at the top. 
Please use this one instead. Sincerely
Spiller



This is adult material. Stay off if your too young or if it is forbidden 
where you live.
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Once Upon a Time.

	by Spiller

Part one.

	Once upon a time long ago, but not that long ago, mind you, a skinny little 
girl fought her way through the underbrush. Far above her head a strong wind 
made the tall pines shake their crowns, but down here in the semi darkness 
there was no wind. She was such a pitiful sight. Small for her age she was, 
and skinny, as if she had never had enough to eat. Dirty she was, too, and 
her clothes and her skin were torn here and there by thorns and broken 
twigs. She was not even sure of her age, but she guessed she was ten or 
eleven. Long time ago she had stopped crying over the hard hand life had 
dealt her. There were just no more tears left, and that was the saddest of 
it all.

	Three years ago her mother had found out, how her daughter was being abused 
by her father. She had no great success confronting him with his hideous 
behaviour. In a fit of rage he killed his wife and took off. Three days 
later Luna found her way to the police station, and soon she was placed in 
foster care on a small farm. There was not much care, and not much foster, 
either, on that farm. Hard work, punishments, and leftovers from the food 
she had helped prepare for the family, and never a kind word. That was the 
way it was done in those days, you know. And sometimes in these days, too.

	A couple of times she tried to run away, but with no success. She was soon 
found and brought back to the small farm, where she was punished severely. 
Of course this only made her wish even harder for a get away, but she had 
learned that she would have to plan well ahead. She would also have to 
practice some. You see, like most small girls, she was afraid of the dark. 
But she had figured out that if she were to have better luck next time, she 
would have to run by night and hide in the daytime. So every night when the 
farmer and his family had gone to bed, she would sneak out of her small room 
in the barn and go for longer and longer walks. In the beginning she was so 
scared that she hardly got more than ten metres away, but gradually she felt 
her fears disappear, and her walks got longer.

	When she had made up her mind to try another escape, she prepared herself. 
She stole pieces of bread from the kitchen and hid it in the barn, and on 
the night she left, she took a warm coat from the clothesline, wrapped her 
pieces of bread in a big shawl, and set off as soon as the light went out in 
the farmer's bedroom.

	She had decided to go north. Mainly because she had learned about the North 
Star, so she would always know which way to go. When the eastern sky lit up 
with the first grey light of dawn, Luna hid in a hay-stack, ate a couple of 
pieces of her bread, and fell asleep, well shielded from the outside world. 
It was late afternoon when she woke up to the distant clatter of hoofs and 
wheels. Voices were there, too. Very carefully she pushed some of the hay 
aside, so she could peek out of the stack.  At the end of the field she 
could see three people, one horse, and a cart. A young boy was steering the 
cart, while his parents forked hay onto it. This sight scared the girl, but 
soon she had figured out that she was safe. They certainly would not get 
near the stack she was hiding in, before nightfall.

	Quietly she ate some of her bread, and she also had time to regret that she 
had not brought a bottle of water. She was very thirsty. As the sun was 
setting she looked out again. The cart was slowly going down the dirt road 
towards a small farm. She could see that the dirt road ran along a small 
brook, and as soon as she had seen the cart disappear into the distant farm, 
she crawled out of her haystack. Quickly she ran to the edge of the small 
wood, bordering the hay field. Covered by the trees and bushes she found her 
way to the small brook. She drank as much as she could, which was not such a 
good idea. She had barely crossed the brook when she got sick all over, even 
on her thin dress. When she regained her balance, she went back to the 
brook, drank a little, pulled off her dress and washed it in the brook, and 
then drank a little more.

	The night was a bit cool, and in her wet dress she shivered and had a hard 
time keeping warm. For a while she ran on a small path, getting warmer. 
Around midnight the moon was up, and she crossed through the wood out to the 
open farmland. There was a sleepy little farm just in front of her, but she 
could hear a dog barking there, so she continued towards north. A couple of 
hours later she saw another small farm, clearly outlined in the moonlight. 
Not a sound was coming out of it, and she decided to try it out. Slowly she 
got nearer the farm, all the time ready to take off towards the trees. Still 
there was no sound of a dog, so probably they did not have one.

	The stable was not very big, but when she had opened the door very quietly, 
she could see the animals in there. A horse, a couple of cows and some pigs. 
She filled the pockets of her dress with the ground corn, which was meant 
for the pigs. She had eaten that before, when she was punished by her foster 
parents. One of her punishments had often been hunger. Beside the box for 
pig fodder she found a big, empty bottle, which could be used to carry 
water.

	When the horse started to make small, nervous movements, she did not dare 
to stay there any more. She grabbed a dirty blanket, which was hanging on 
the wall beside the booth, and silently she got out of the door, closed it 
quietly and set off for the wood. In the early dawn she passed a brook from 
which she filled her bottle. She also washed her blanket in the brook, to 
get rid of some of the dirt and the strong smell of horse. Then she gathered 
a few branches and built a small nest under some bushes, hung the blanket to 
dry on a low branch, wrapped herself up in the stolen coat and went to 
sleep.

	For a couple of weeks this was the way she lived. Her only worries were, 
where to find food for the next couple of days, and her fear of being caught 
and brought back to her foster parents.

	As the days went by she felt more and more secure, and early one evening 
she had a strike of luck. She had spied a farm in the distance, but as she 
slowly walked nearer, hidden by trees and bushes, she saw a whole family 
driving out of the gate. They were dressed up nicely, all five of them, and 
they reminded her of her foster parents, when they were going to a party 
with their children. She felt sure that the farm would be deserted for quite 
some time.

	As she came closer to the farm she heard a discouraging barking from the 
yard. She was not really afraid of dogs, but she knew some of them could be 
dangerous. This time, though, she was lucky. The big dog was chained in the 
corner of the yard, close to his doghouse. Beside the farmhouse, not quite 
in the middle of the yard, was a large walnut tree. Luna tricked the dog to 
run after her, along the farmhouse. Quickly she ran towards the barn, making 
the dog follow her, so his chain ran round the walnut tree. Four or five 
quick runs around the tree had the dog tied up in a comfortable distance 
from all doors.

	She found the key to the farmhouse in a flowerpot by the door. The kitchen 
was almost a treasury! Fortunately she knew she could not just fill up a big 
bag. If the family found out they had been visited by a thief, they would 
certainly notify the police, and Luna would be in trouble again. One 
cupboard was their store of jams and marmalades. She pushed a couple of jars 
aside and reached into the back of the cupboard to take a jar of strawberry 
marmalade. They certainly would not miss it for quite a few months. From the 
bottom of a drawer in the bedroom she took a warm blanket, and one of the 
boys provided her with a pair of solid trousers. Back in the kitchen she was 
severely tempted by a loaf of bread and some cookies, but she relented. In 
the stable she filled a small pouch with corn, which was ground for the 
pigs. She also milked a litre of milk out of one of the cows, drank half of 
it on the spot and poured the rest into her bottle. She was just getting 
ready to leave, when she remembered how she had missed a cork for her 
bottle. She locked up the stables and returned to the kitchen. She could not 
find a cork, which would fit, but instead she took a small, sharp knife from 
one of the bottom drawers, so she could cut one herself. They would not miss 
that either.

	On her way out she locked the door and replaced the key where she had found 
it. Just as she was leaving the yard to the sound of barks and howls, she 
saw how strange it looked with the dog's chain running six times around the 
tree. Quickly, and not a minute too soon, she ran five times around the tree 
before she left the yard. When she was halfway to the sheltering forest, she 
heard  rumble of the carriage returning with the family. She hid behind a 
small bush by the side of the road, and soon she heard the dog welcoming his 
family from the distance. She decided to put as much distance between her 
and the farm as possible. All night she walked towards north.

	In the early morning light she stopped, spread all her belongings out on 
the ground and rearranged them. For nearly an hour she worked hard, cutting 
a stick to carry her bundle on her shoulder, and cutting a cork for her 
bottle.

	As she came further north her courage grew, and she found many ways to make 
her life better. She no longer went into the farm buildings every night. 
Vegetable gardens provided lots of fruit, carrots, potatoes, and whatever 
she wanted, and her fear of the dark had left her. She was no longer afraid 
of the strange sounds, and she was too small to understand the dangers that 
lay ahead.

	She made some large detours around villages and towns, and the rivers 
delayed her quite a bit. Some of them she could cross, but others were too 
wide and too deep, and she had to find a bridge to cross. She would play 
little games with herself: Would she go right or left to find the nearest 
bridge. In the dark nights she waited for the hours, when there was no 
traffic, and then she sneaked across.

	Without knowing so she had walked far into Canada when she had her first 
scare. All because she had had a streak of luck. In a clearing in the wood 
she had come upon an abandoned cottage. Two windows were broken and the door 
was an open invitation. Beneath a trap door in the kitchen she found a store 
of tinned food and jars of jam, and a couple of big boxes of biscuits. Luna 
could hardly believe her good fortune.

When she left the cottage she had plenty of food for quite a long time, 
which prevented her from noticing that farms or houses were farther and 
farther apart. Actually she was not aware of any changes until one evening 
when she woke up, freezing like never before. She jumped up and shivered for 
a while. Then she ran around in the little clearing in the wood, until she 
felt warmth building in her fragile body. She wrapped herself up in all 
available clothes and fell asleep again.


              It was far into the night when she woke up again. The night 
was bitterly cold and pitch black. For the first time on her journey she did 
not feel like getting up. While the first soft grey light showed through the 
tall treetops, she took time to think of what she was doing. The decision to 
run off had been so easy, and after the first few days it had been so easy 
just to go on - go on towards north. She had solved a lot of problems on the 
go, and she had felt more and more safe. This was the first time she felt 
uncertain. How far had she come? How far would she have to go? She figured 
that she had walked about 15 kilometres every night, sometimes a little 
more, sometimes a little less. She must be at least 1000 kilometres into 
Canada. That was why there were no more people around her. In the beginning 
all she wanted had been to get as far away from people as she could. People 
who would ask questions and people who would return her to her foster 
parents. Now she started to feel lonely, and she was no longer so sure this 
was a good idea.

                   This was also the day, which started this story: The tall 
trees and the wind howling through their crowns.

                   Images of some distant people in the Canadian woods 
fluttered around in her brain. If only she could find some of them, they 
might want to let her live with them. She decided to change her pattern. 
 From now on she would walk in the daytime and sleep at night. She still had 
sufficient food for a couple of weeks, but she hoped to find edibles along 
the way.

                  The narrow paths were no longer paths trodden by men. They 
were the tracks trodden by animals. Her nights were bitterly cold, even if 
she was wrapped up in two blankets and the heavy coat she had stolen from 
her foster home. A couple of mornings there were even traces of snow on the 
ground.

                 Gradually she stopped thinking. Like an automat she got up 
in the morning, she ate a little out of her supplies, and continued towards 
north.

Pretty soon her biggest problem became the cold, shortly followed by food. 
The first heavy snowfall came on the day when she decided to cut her rations 
in halves. She knew that she was much too far north to turn back. Her only 
hope was to find people further north.

             Finally Luna reached that point of exhaustion and utter 
freezing, when death in the snow becomes merciful. She stumbled and fell 
into a snowdrift, and she just gave up. Her skinny little body was frozen, 
but as she fell asleep she also felt a kind of warmth creep into her. Her 
last memory before she lost consciousness was of her mother.


Part two.

              The big, dark grey wolf was miserable. A deep wound on her 
shoulder hurt so much, she could hardly bare it. Her nipples hurt from the 
milk, which had not been sucked from her for the last three days. And the 
rest of the pack had avoided her, since the bear had killed her mate and her 
three cubs. When they settled down this evening and she had tried to join 
them, three females had snarled and barked at her, to keep her at a 
distance. She looked round for a snowdrift to dig a lay-in for the night. 
When she got closer, a strong scent of human hit her nostrils. Slowly she 
traced the smell to a small snowdrift 20 meters away. For a while she just 
watched the drift, but gradually her curiosity got the better of her, and 
carefully she crept closer. There was no movement in the snowdrift, so a 
little later she was there, digging her paws into the snow.

             When her paw hit Luna she jumped backwards. The smell of human 
was very strong, but on the other hand Luna seemed like she was dead. The 
wolf crept up to her again and poked her snout into the lifeless, skinny 
girl. Apparently she was not dangerous, and on the other hand she might be 
edible. She was very close to sinking her teeth into Luna, when she sensed a 
tiny movement, a flutter of the faintest of heartbeats, calling for her 
deepest instincts, like her cubs' heartbeats had. This little creature was 
in trouble, but she was alive.

               Wolf scraped the snow away from the frozen little human. 
Instinctively she knew that cold was the trouble, but she would never 
understand why she lay down beside the frozen girl and pulled her up tight 
against her own warm belly. During the night she felt the girl make tiny 
movements against her skin, and when morning broke she looked down into two 
wide-open, scared eyes. Instinctively she moved over a little and placed one 
of her nipples in Luna's mouth. The small drop of milk, which had seeped out 
of the nipple, was enough to revive Luna's terrible hunger. If she had known 
she was suckling a wolf, she would have been scared to death, but gradually 
she felt life return to her body, as she slowly emptied nipple by nipple, 
when Wolf placed them in her mouth.

             When she had filled herself with the strong warm milk, she 
cuddled up between Wolf's front legs and clung to her warm fur. Most of the 
morning she slept there, until Wolf heard her pack breaking up. She pushed 
Luna with her nose, and when she woke up there was no more fear in Luna's 
eyes. She knew that if the wolf had wanted to hurt her, she would have done 
so long ago.

             Wolf went a few steps away from the snowdrift, turned round and 
looked at Luna. When Luna did not move she walked a couple of steps further 
and turned round again. Luna understood that Wolf wanted her to follow. She 
gathered her few remnants and walked a couple of steps towards the large, 
black wolf. Immediately Wolf walked further towards her pack, and Luna 
followed. When Wolf tried to get her into a slow run, Luna followed as far 
as her body would allow her, but the moment she slowed down to a walk, Wolf 
did the same. It was way past noon when Luna heard unfamiliar noises. They 
had reached Wolf's pack.

               Wolf fell back to walk beside Luna, so close that her fur was 
touching Luna's legs, and soon Luna had placed her left hand on Wolf's back. 
As soon as the highly unusual sight passed the top of the hill, hell broke 
loose in the pack. Howling and barking was the least of it. Two male wolves 
ran towards them and took up defensive position only a few metres from them, 
baring their teeth and growling fiercely. Wolf was like transformed. She 
jumped in front of Luna to protect her, and then she made a couple of fake 
attacks against the two males.

               Luna was paralysed at the sight. It never came to a real 
fight, but the fierceness of Wolf's attack scared the males sufficiently. 
They knew by experience how their females would protect their cubs against 
any danger. And it scared Luna. Could this wild animal really be the same 
who had saved her and fed her?

             Probably Wolf would have been accepted back into her pack, had 
she not had Luna. Now it lasted a few days before she was allowed to have 
her share of the spoils, and it did not even last a week before Luna was 
allowed into the circle, too. From the day when she first played with a 
couple of the cubs, she was accepted. The only difference was, that Luna 
could not make herself eat raw meat out of a felled deer. Fortunately Wolf 
still had plenty of milk, a long time after the other cubs had stopped 
feeding. But far into the winter there was plenty for Luna.

Part three.

             Luna's life took a new turn late in December. Wolf woke her up 
early in the morning. As soon as she had fed her, Wolf went round and 
collected Luna's few belongings and put them in front of her. It was quite 
evident that she wanted Luna to pack up. As soon as she had done that, Wolf 
pushed her with her big head, pushed her away from the pack, pushed her 
through the snow. Soon they were quite a distance from the pack, but Wolf 
continued pushing her. A few times Wolf stopped and sniffed the air 
carefully, only to continue immediately after. They walked almost all day. 
Not that the days in December are very long up north, but the low sun was 
setting when Wolf finally stopped in front of a small ridge. A little later 
she came up close to Luna and snuggled her head against her small frame, as 
if she was saying goodbye. Then she pushed Luna to the top of the ridge. 
Down below she could see a few tents, a couple of sledges and two packs of 
dogs, tied to the trees.

             Luna embraced Wolf and kissed her head, and then she started 
running down the hill. Long before she reached the small camp the chained 
dogs spotted her, causing as much noise as Luna had hardly ever heard. One 
of the tents was opened and a man came out to see what was wrong. Truly it 
was a strange sight out here in the wilderness: A little girl with a small 
bundle on her shoulder, running full speed downhill towards the camp, and a 
big wolf silhouetted against the pink sky.

	A cloud of warm, humid air rose from the opening, as the man held back the 
covering piece of skin, indicating to Luna that she was welcome inside. Her 
eyes took a minute to adjust to the relative darkness inside the tent. At 
first she could see only the fire in the middle, but gradually she spotted 
five Inuits around it, plus the man who had invited her in. The warmth and 
the kind faces around the fire, looking curiously at her, were just too much 
for Luna. Slowly she sank to the ground and started crying.

	One of the women got up from her pile of furs and squatted in front of 
Luna. She reached out a hand and stroked her cheek. "Where on earth do you 
come from, little girl? Have you had a hard time?" She reached out and put 
an arm round Luna's skinny shoulders and pulled her closer. With a couple of 
deep sobs Luna cuddled up to her and let her tears run freely. Later the 
woman helped her up from the ground and led her to the pile of skins, taking 
Luna into her lap, cradling her small body in her arms. All the while Luna 
hardly registered that the people around her were talking in muted voices, 
in a language she did not understand.

	Finally she ran out of tears. She remained in the woman's lap, enjoying the 
warm softness surrounding her. When she opened her eyes, she looked into the 
kindest, dark eyes she had ever seen. Not that she had seen that many kind 
eyes.

                   "Welcome, little girl. Are you ready now, to tell us how 
you got here? You must be a very long way from home, and you smell very 
strongly of wolf, and a lot of other things, I may say."

	"I am Luna, and the smell is because Wolf saved me, when I was dying in the 
snow. She pulled me up to her belly and she fed me her milk. Wolf saved me."

	"Oohhh. That is a very good story." The woman raised her head and 
translated what Luna had said. "You'll have to tell that many times this 
winter, and I'll have to translate what you say. You see, not all of us 
speak English. But you're not Canadian, are you?"

	"No. I lived on a farm with my foster parents, but they hit me so much, and 
they didn't want me, really, so I ran away. I think it was 300 kilometres 
south of the border."

	When the woman had translated, she said: "I'm Juliane. Have you walked all 
the way up here?"

	"Yes. I followed the North Star. In the beginning I walked by night. I was 
so afraid to be caught by the police and brought back to my foster parents."

	When Juliane had translated this, she suddenly turned to the other woman in 
the tent and said a lot of words in the language Luna did not understand. 
Then she turned to Luna. "If you have lived with the wolves for so long, we 
have better get you scrubbed down and put into some clean clothes." She got 
up from the furs and pulled Luna up, too, by her hand. "Take off all your 
clothes, dear, and throw them out into the snow. Aina and I will wash you, 
love."

	A big copper kettle with hot water stood with one side partly into the 
fire. One of the men went outside and filled another kettle with snow and 
ice, and put it in the fire to melt the snow.

	Juliane and Aina made a lot of fun, while they washed Luna. They hugged 
her, they tickled her, they told little jokes, so when Luna finally glowed 
like a pink, scrubbed pig, she was laughing along, for the first time for as 
long as she remembered. Later, when Luna was dressed again, this time in 
clothes, which were abundantly big, but at least warm, and comfortable, they 
fed her a big plate of hot stew.

	Through all this Luna had not noticed, how people from the other tents had 
paid small visits to watch the newcomer to their camp. When she had eaten 
her stew, Luna felt terribly tired and sleepy. Juliane helped her down on 
the skins and showed her how to cover up. "I'll come and sleep beside you, 
when we have finished cleaning up."

	"Thank you. Thank you for everything," Luna whispered. "You will not send 
me back to the police, will you?"

	"No, of course not, dear. You can stay with us for as long as you wish." 
She kissed Luna on her cheeks and her nose, and tucked her in. Like music, 
the sounds in the tent lulled her to sleep: The crackling of the fire, and 
the deep melodious sounds of the language she didn't understand. She did not 
feel it, when Juliane lay down beside her. Later in the night she faintly 
registered that Juliane was making love with one of the men.

	The first morning in the tent was a big confusion for Luna. Juliane and 
Aina were trying to make some breakfast, while all the others carried out 
most of the things from the tent, to put them on the sledges outside. It was 
not until then that Luna noticed, there were no children in the camp. When 
she asked Aina why, she just said: "I'll tell you while we're driving."

	Finally the whole camp was packed upon the two sledges. The three tents 
with their long poles and the skins formed the top of the load, and the 
strong and eager dogs pulled off. In the beginning everybody was walking or 
running beside the sledges, but when they reached a large open and flat 
landscape, one of the men lifted Luna up to sit on top of the first sledge, 
and a little later Aina joined her.

	"All our children are at home. We have been in the woods, trapping for 
foxes in their white winter fur, and now we are on our way home. We'll be 
there tomorrow."

	"Oh, then I've been very lucky that Wolf found you."

	"You can say that again, Luna. I don't think you'd have come our way with 
your wolves. We live on the coast, and we only come to the woods when the 
foxes get their winter fur.

	The second night they did not put up the tents. When the last grey light 
dwindled, they stopped at a very old house, partly dug into the ground, with 
only an earth covered roof above the ground.

	"This house was built by our great-grandfathers. We always stop here when 
we go hunting in the woods. It's much easier than making camp." Aina told 
Luna about the house, while the other Inuits moved the necessities from the 
sledges inside.

	When Luna finally got into the house she saw it was one rather long room. A 
big fire was already burning in the middle of the room. By the light of the 
fire she could see one long, wide shelf along one side of the room.

	Juliane waved a hand to Luna, calling her closer to the fire. "Do you want 
to help a little, or do you just want to rest on the `kang'."

	"I'd like very much to help," she answered. "What can I do?"

	Juliane pointed at two big leather bags hanging from the ceiling. "You can 
make sure we have water for cooking and for coffee. She handed Luna a small 
bag and a little shovel. Fill up the bags with snow, and keep an eye on 
them. As soon as the snow has melted, you fill them up again. A whole lot of 
snow only makes a little water, you know. We melt it in the big leather 
bags, and then we cook it in the copper pots you see there, by the fire."

	Luna felt great pride that she had been given a task, which made her feel 
part of the group. Pretty soon the house was very warm, and people shed most 
of their clothes. Once again they had a nice hot stew for supper. Juliane 
told her about the foxhunting. "We don't eat the foxes. We hunt them for the 
white fur. We get a good price for the furs when we sell them to the white 
people, so we can buy coffee, sugar and flour. But mostly we eat what we 
catch from the sea."

	At last everybody was fed and the utensils were cleaned. Luna was sitting 
close to Juliane, when she noticed how all the chattering had stopped. "Now 
it is your turn, Luna. We want to hear your story."

	"Where do I start?"

	"With the beginning, dear."

	"When I ran away from my foster parents?"

	"How about your real parents? You know, we just love long, long stories, 
and we all want to get to know you."

	Luna had almost forgotten what happened in the beginning, but slowly she 
got her tale going, and she and Juliane found a comfortable rhythm for 
Juliane's translations. When she came to the point of her father's abuse, 
she was scared by the angry cries around her. She clung to Juliane until the 
anger had died down.

	"Don't be afraid, little one. They are not angry with you. What your father 
did is the worst crime by us, and some of the men would have killed him if 
it had happened here."

	Other outbursts of anger followed, when she told how he had killed her 
mother and run off.

	Luna certainly could not complain about lack of interest in her audience. 
Time and time again she was interrupted by questions, when she made short 
cuts in her tale. After a couple of hours she was very tired and wanted to 
go to sleep. By then she had only finished telling about her first escape 
and capture. She lay down on the shelf, snuggled up to Juliane, and while 
she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, she felt people passing by, giving 
her friendly pats on her head or little caresses on her cheek.

	It was still dark when they took off the next morning. The landscape was 
absolutely fine for the sledges, and most of the time the Inuits were 
running beside them. Now and then three or four of them would jump on or off 
the sledges to take a rest, while Luna would only run when she needed to get 
warm. In the afternoon Juliane explained to her, how they were now driving 
on the frozen sea. Finally they turned a small peninsula, and Luna caught 
the first glimpse of the small settlement, which was going to be her home 
for the rest of her life.

Part two.

	The first couple of weeks everything was very confusing. Nothing at all 
resembled the life she had led up till now. Juliane invited her to stay at 
her place, together with her husband and two children. There were so many 
things to learn, and a new language, which was very, very different. 
Fortunately children learn languages much better than grown ups, and Luna 
was a very bright child. Only 3 months later she could talk to everybody. 
She stayed with Aina for some time, and later on other people from the 
village invited her to stay for a while, but her new home was Juliane and 
Theo's house.

	Her first big surprise came when she had only stayed with Juliane for 10 
days. A sealer had brought in two seals, and Juliane had asked Luna to go 
down to the landing place and fetch their share of the catch. Almost the 
whole settlement was there, especially the children. They played and ran 
about, and the other children taught Luna to eat matak, the layer of fat 
right under the skin. Luna had completely forgotten why she was down there, 
and not until she entered the house and saw Juliane, did she remember. 
Immediately she knew she had done wrong, and in anticipation of a punishment 
she covered her head with her arms. Nothing happened. When she finally 
ventured to open her eyes, she saw Juliane kneeling in front of her.

	"I'm so sorry. I forgot. We were playing."

	Juliane gently grabbed her arms and pulled them down from her head. "Dear 
Luna. We do not punish children. We do not hit children. You know you've 
done something wrong, don't you?"

	"Yes. I'm so sorry. We had so much fun that I forgot."

	"Then I do not need to punish you, do I? You know it without punishment. 
Now hurry up. Run down to the landing place and see if there are still 
people there, and then ask for our share."

	Another big surprise was the houses. Juliane's house was one of the old 
ones. Like the big house they had slept in on the way back, it was dug 
halfway into the ground; only it was a lot smaller. A single small window 
made it possible to get your bearings and to see how the house was laid out. 
There was a very small kitchen with an open fireplace to the right of the 
door; the rest of the house was one room with a long bench along one wall. 
The long bench was covered with plenty of fur, and served as a bed for the 
whole family. A narrow door beside the kitchen led to a small storeroom, 
which served as a freezer most of the year.

	The settlement boasted a few modern wooden houses, built in the places 
where bare rock stuck out of the ground. They, too, were much smaller than 
anything Luna had ever seen.

	"It's much easier to keep warm in a small house," Aina explained. "A little 
cooking in the kitchen, and then a few lamps where we burn the fat from 
seals or whales, will keep us warm. Sometimes we light a kerosene lamp, when 
we have money for the kerosene."

	The second biggest surprise was life on the `kang' - the long sleeping 
bench along the wall. Children and grown ups slept there, alongside each 
other, and the first time Juliane and her husband Theo made love, Luna did 
not know how to react. Big scars were still in her soul because of her 
father's abuse. She looked at Juliane's children, Maria and Aron. They did 
not take any notice of their parents, although it was hard not to notice. 
Maria turned towards Luna and whispered: "They do it all the time. I think 
it's nice they like each other so much."

	In February they had to face a problem. The children of the settlement went 
away for two months to a boarding school run by the Canadian government. 
There was no way Luna could pass for an Inuit, so it would be much too risky 
to send her along. It was decided that Maria and Aron would get hold of an 
extra set of books, so they could `play school' with Luna when they 
returned.

	The settlement boasted an old community house, which was used for different 
celebrations. Tons of coffee and cakes were consumed, songs were sung and 
stories told. It was a tremendous victory for Luna when for the first time 
she told her continued story in Inuit. Of course Juliane and Aina had to 
help her with some difficult words, but Luna told by far most of the 
stories.

	A couple of years passed. Luna grew, she filled out here and there, and her 
soul healed in the most wondrous way. The summer when she was 12,  new 
emotions overwhelmed her. When Juliane and Theo made love she felt the 
strangest tingling emotions run through her body. She told Maria about it, 
but she just laughed. "I like it too," Maria told. "Sometimes I play with 
myself when they do it. Do you want to try next time they make love? I'll 
show you."

	A couple of nights later they were at it again. The tingling sensations in 
Luna's belly and her pussy had just begun, when she felt Maria move closer 
and get under her covers. Her attention turned from her parents to the 
slender hand moving under her bedclothes. When Maria reached down into her 
panties and stopped for a moment with her fingers covering Luna's pussy, she 
could have screamed for her to go on. Never had she felt anything so 
wonderful.

	"Touch me," Maria whispered. She took hold of Luna's hand and pushed it 
down between her legs. Maria was naked under her nightgown, and soon Luna 
felt her fingers come to rest on Maria's naked, hairless pussy. At the same 
time Maria's fingers began their delicious slow play on Luna's pussy. Luna 
almost fainted from the excitement. Tingling currents of lust raced through 
her body as Maria finally focused on her clit, and she felt how her pussy 
swelled and gushed juice on Maria's fingers. "Do the same to me, Luna. I 
love it." Luna could barely concentrate. Her whole mind was occupied between 
her own thighs. Half-heartedly she moved her fingers, trying to copy what 
Maria did to her. She found the little nub between the wet folds, and she 
loved it when Maria let out a deep sigh and began breathing as hard as she 
did herself. Suddenly her head started spinning. The hot jolts from her own 
clit spread all over her body, and she could not help it, she had to move 
her narrow hips to rub her pussy harder into Maria's hand. A burning, 
flaming, tingling cramp spread from her pussy to the farthest corner of her 
body, and involuntarily she let out a little scream of joy.

	She heard a muffled laughter from her parents as she was coming down, but 
she paid no notice to it. Maria's wet and lovely pussy demanded her 
immediate attention. "That was so wonderful," she whispered into Maria's 
ear. "Now I'll do the same to you. Help me to do it right."

	For the next few minutes two little hands were collaborating on Maria's 
naked pussy, Maria guiding Luna with small touches to her fingers. When 
Maria's breathing had taken on the same raw rhythm as Luna's had done a 
little earlier, Luna knew what was coming up. She leaned over and pressed 
her lips to Maria's, while she brought her over the hill.

	The new excitement had worn out Luna. She fell asleep with her head on 
Maria's shoulder and her left hand resting peacefully on her pussy.

	The next morning Juliane caressing her hair awakened Luna. Still half 
asleep she opened her eyes and looked into Juliane's smiling eyes. "You two 
had a nice time last night, didn't you?"

	Luna mumbled something incomprehensible as an answer, but when she 
understood the true meaning of Juliane's question, she blushed heavily and 
closed her eyes.

	"Never fear, sweetheart. It's all right. I think you and I shall have a 
talk later today, because we are so much different from the people you have 
lived with. I think it is lovely that you and Maria could have such a good 
time." Juliane bent down and kissed Luna's eyes, and then she said out loud: 
"Well, folks, lets get up and get some breakfast. Aron! Maria! Wake up!"

	Later in the day Juliane took Luna for a walk on the cliffs bordering the 
small settlement. They spent the whole afternoon up there, Juliane 
explaining and Luna asking questions. Many questions. This whole attitude to 
sex was so utterly different from anything Luna had learned in her former 
life. Juliane asked Luna not to leave Aron out, when some day he showed 
interest in what she and Maria were doing. Apart from that they were free to 
do what they wanted. The only warning Juliane issued was for the day when 
Luna or Maria started their periods. "We'll have to have another talk when 
that time comes."

	Luna found Maria by the landing place. "Did she take you for the big talk", 
Maria asked. "Yes. I was very embarrassed in the beginning, but she was so 
nice to me. Did you know it was all right for us to do it?"

	"Of course. It is all right as long as we don't make any of us sorry. I've 
also played with Aron a few times. He is only 11, but he has such a nice 
little stiffie. It gets very hard and I love to suck it. You should try."

	"Oh, my God," Luna gasped. "I can hardly wait. Can we do it tonight?"

	Maria laughed. "Sure. We can do it right now, if you want. It is nice and 
warm today. Shall we go and find Aron? There is a lovely piece of soft grass 
right up there, behind the dark rock. Go up there and wait, and I'll bring 
Aron."

	"Do you think he'll want to play?"

	"You just wait and see," Maria laughed.

	Luna was tingling all over as she climbed the rocks. It was all so new to 
her, and all the currents running through her body and her pussy felt ten 
times stronger than they ever would later in life. Maria had been right, 
there was a lovely patch of soft grass behind the dark rock, and it was 
sheltered from the cold winds. Luna lay down and closed her eyes. Images and 
sounds of Juliane and Theo making love intermingled with feelings and 
sensations of Maria's fingers playing with her pussy. Long before Maria and 
Aron got to her, Luna's little panties were soaked, and she had the greatest 
trouble keeping her hands off her pussy.

	She heard their feet on the rock. She sat up and stared at the cleft where 
she had entered the grass. Soon Aron turned up first, followed by Maria.

"Hi, Luna. Maria says you want to play with us, is that right?"

"Oh, yes I do. I didn't know you two played sometimes."

"We do. Sometimes when we are in bed, and sometimes up here. Maria likes to 
play with my willie. And I like it, too."

"What do you do, when you are up here?"

"Well, first we take off our skin trousers, and sometimes wee take off our 
underwear, too."

Maria went up to Aron and put her left arm round his small shoulders. "Do 
you want me to undress you, so you can look at Luna while she takes of her 
trousers?"

Aron turned his head and kissed her. "Oh, yes, sister. Can I really see 
Luna's pussy?"

"If you are a good boy, Aron, you can see it and you can play with it too." 
She started undoing his trousers. "Are you a good boy, Aron?"

"Oh, yes. I'm good, and my willie is very hard."

Luna could hardly believe her own eyes as Maria undressed Aron. For a short 
while she just looked on with incredulous eyes, until she began to fumble 
with her own trousers. Finally she got them off, just at the time little 
Aron was all naked.

"Get those wet underpants off, too," Maria said. "I promised him that he 
could see your pussy."

While Luna wriggled out of her panties Maria reached round Aron and played 
with his willie. "Wow. She's got a pretty pussy, Maria. Ooh, it tingles so 
good when you touch my willie."

Luna stretched out on the grass with her legs slightly spread. The sight of 
Maria's hand on Arons little cock was unbelievable. She was electric all 
over.

"Come on, Aron," Maria said, "let's touch it, and if you are a good boy you 
can kiss it, too."

Aron slipped out of Maria's grip and lay down on the grass beside Luna. His 
little hand had hardly touched Luna's belly before Maria had rid herself of 
trousers and underwear and laid down on the other side of Luna. "Touch her 
pussy like I showed you to do to mine," Maria said softly.

Luna thought she was going to faint when she felt the small fingers slip 
down to her pussy, then play a little with her lips and finally find her wet 
clit, as if he was an experienced lover. Strong jolts of the strongest 
feelings cursed through her body. Much stronger than when she did it 
herself, even stronger than when Maria did it. She closed her eyes to 
concentrate on the wonderful feelings, and she could not help but hump her 
wet pussy up against Aron's hand. She lost all control when Maria leaned in 
to kiss her, and then grabbed Luna's free hand and moved it down, so she 
could rub her pussy against it. When Luna felt Maria's juices flow into her 
hand, she lost it. Aron's fingers pushed her over the edge, and with a 
high-pitched scream she gave in to the orgasm. Nothing that wonderful had 
ever happened to her. She was shaking uncontrollably when she heard Maria 
whisper to Aron:"Stop now, Aron. Just wait a little. Her clit is very 
sensitive right now."

When Luna's excitement slowly diminished she opened her eyes. She looked 
straight into Maria's beautiful dark eyes. They were so kind and veiled by 
passion, as Maria still rocked her dripping pussy against Luna's hand.

"Do you want to see when I suck Aron's willie?

Luna smiled and nodded her head, which made Maria roll over the two bodies, 
so she was on the other side of Aron. "How about it, little brother, do you 
want me to teach Luna how to suck your willie?"

"Oh, yes. Do you think she'll do it?"

"I guess so."

Luna could hardly believe her own eyes when she saw Maria lean over and 
swallow Aron's little stiffie. His whimpers showed his excitement, and when 
Maria demonstrated how to pull back his foreskin and cover his little 
cockhead with her lips, he groaned with lust.

Maria slipped her lips off the little cock and pointed it towards Luna. "Do 
you want to try?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed. But she did not laugh when for the 
first time she felt the hard and yet soft prick between her lips. She 
thought it would feel as if she was sucking one of her fingers, but instead 
strong, fluttering currents of excitement ran through her body. When she 
felt Maria reach over Aron's legs to get her hand on Luna's pussy, she went 
all crazy. She sucked and licked the small, hard cock; she pressed her lips 
all the way down to his hairless body; instinctively she moved her head up 
and down on it, while her hips automatically humped her pussy against 
Maria's hand. Suddenly Aron let out a cute meowing while his body trembled 
through a wonderful orgasm. He was much too young to have any sperm to 
expel, but his feelings were just as strong.

Maria gently pushed Luna's head away from the small cock, and then she said 
gently to Aron:"Do you want to kiss Luna's pussy? Then she can kiss mine."

"Oh, yes, can I do that, please?"

Red and yellow spots were dancing on the inside of Luna's eyelids, when she 
felt the boy's mouth on her pussy. Jolts of lust cursed through her body, as 
the small, pointed tongue teased her pussy, and she hardly noticed that 
Maria had straddled her chest and lowered her pussy close to Luna's mouth. 
The intoxicating smell of pussy made her open her eyes, and quickly she 
raised her head a little to reach the open lips with her mouth.

Only a few seconds apart the two girls were raked by the cramps of orgasm.

For the rest of that glorious summer the kids spent many an afternoon on the 
small spot of soft grass, a few times joined by their neighbour's 
12-year-old son.

When Luna was 14 her periods started, and Juliane took her for another walk 
among the rocks to explain about the birds and the bees and girls and the 
boys. Luna managed to stay out of trouble until she was 16, when she fell 
madly in love with a promising young hunter called Jacob. He was 19 years 
old, and they were both considered excellent marriage material, so that 
summer they were married and moved into the small wooden house that Jacob 
had inherited from his great parents. Often, when they had made wonderful 
love in their little house, Luna would go out on their small porch to look 
up in the sky and send a short `thank you' to the Northern Star.

The end.

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