While attending the traditional Ojibwe community feast with his grandmother, young Johnny observes the bounty of festive foods and counts the numerous elders yet to be seated.
He understands, just as Grandma does, that gratitude, patience, and respect are rewarded by a place at the table--and plenty to eat, eat, eat..
By the time her friend Katherine arrives late to the gathering, Johnny knows just what to do, hunger pangs or no.
Will it ever be their turn? And will there be enough? As Johnny watches anxiously, Grandma gently teaches.
Seats at the tables fill and refill; platters are emptied and then replaced.
Johnny lingers with Grandma, worried that the tasty treats won\'t last.
And then--well, young boys know to follow the rules: elders eat first, no matter how Hungry the youngsters are.
And then an even longer Ojibwe prayer.
First there is the long drive to the community center.
But wait.
In no time, he\'ll be digging in with everyone else, filling his belly with all this good food.
Wild rice, fried potatoes, fruit salad, frosted sweet rolls--what a feast! Johnny can hardly contain his excitement.
I like to eat, eat, eat, choruses young Johnny as he watches Grandma at work in the kitchen.
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Despite his growling tummy, Johnny learns to be patient and respectful.
While attending the traditional Ojibwe community feast with his grandmother, young Johnny observes the bounty of festive foods and counts the numerous elders yet to be seated
