Long Hair's Secret Spring

Longhair is the spirit of a mountain. If you tell any one about my secret spring, trust me, long hair, you will regret it for the rest of your days. A blast of wind lifted her off her feet, then it whised her back to her tiny hut in the village where she landed by the doorway in a heap. The drought continued until an old woman returned from the river with a big pogp of water. All of a sudden, the pot cracked open and ribbons of precious water seeked into the parched earth. Well, looks like it'll be along thirsty summer for me.