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Brandon USA
Once there was a young boy called little Gupher. He was not very good at riding ,running, shooting and wrestling . But he could make toy warriors. One day a Shaman told him to keep making toy warriors. A year later he had to go to a hill for becoming a man and then a grandfather and an Indian maiden. Old grandfather told him to paint pictures. The Indian maiden told me to paint on a pure white buckskin. He could only paint on it with a color as pure. He made lots of painting of warriors, huts, and the Dream-Visions. But he could not find the pure color for the white buckskin. One day in his sleep, he heard a voice that said,"To go on the hill and you will find the colors you are looking for." That next evening, he went up to the hill and there were paint brushes with the colors of the sky. Then he used them to paint the sky. He left the paint brushes on the hill. The next day, the hill and valley was full of beautiful flowers. They named them the Indian Paintbrushes. That's were they got the Indian paintbrush.
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