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The next day, I ask my class, “If people

come to our archery contests and to our festivals

to see the monks dance, would they also come to a

festival to see us dance for the cranes?” Their faces

shine, yes! Our teacher says, “We must ask the monks for

permission because all festivals are held in their courtyards.”

“Kuzu-zangpo la,” we say, greeting the monks. “Can you help us

make a new festival with a dance for the cranes?”

A monk named Sangay says, “Our dances have been

performed the same way for centuries and each one takes hours

of practice.”

He sees our disappointment and his face slowly breaks

into a smile. “Dancing to tell stories is part of our tradition,”

he says, “but before we can help you make a crane

dance, you must first watch the birds and learn

from them.”