Long ago, the only berries on the tundra were hard, tasteless, little crowberries.
As she did with THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE (praised by the New York Times Book Review, a San Francisco Chronicle Choice, and a Maryland Black-Eyed Susan Picture Book Award winner), Yup\'ik Eskimo elder Betty Huffmon shared this folktale with author/illustrator Teri Sloat, who brings it to life with her delightful illustrations..
Thanks to Anana, there are plenty of tasty berries for the agutak (Eskimo tee cream) at the festival and forevermore.
The next morning Anana and the ladies fill basket after basket with berries for the Fall Festival.
Atsa-ii-yaa (Berry), Atsa-ii-yaa (Berry), Atsaukina (Be a Berry ), Anana sings under the full moon turning four dolls into little girls that run and tumble over the tundra creating patches of fat, juicy berries: blueberries, cranberries, salmonberries, and raspberries.
As Anana watches the ladies complain bitterly while picking berries for the Fall Festival, she decides to use her Magic to help.
Long ago, the only berries on the tundra were hard, tasteless, little crowberries
