The Red Indians were waiting for the arrival of the bison. The beasts, which come only once a year, are a good source of meat and hide. The Red Indians needed these to survive the cold, bitter winter.
Tikki, the young boy, was chosen to look out for the herd's arrival. Every day, he would run to the top of the hill to see if he could spot them on the vast horizon.
One night, while he was sleeping, the ground shook violently and his bag of arrows fell off from its hook on the wall. Tikki rushed out of his wigwam and felt a strong gust of wind and dust gush past him. Shouting excitedly, he ran to the other wigwams and woke everyone up. A big fire was immediately built and the Red Indians danced round it, giving praises to their God who had, at last, sent them their food and clothing of animal hide. The next morning, all the warrior were assigned to hunt down the beasts which were grazing near the river.