They had a skin blanket,
but it was old and a good deal of the hair was worn off.
The two women went to the forest to camp and cut wood, and they carried the blanket to cover themselves with at night.
They had been in the forest only a few days when they found that their skin blanket was alive
and was angry.
They threw the blanket down and ran toward home
as fast as they could go.
Soon they heard the skin following them.
When it seemed very near,
the grandmother began to sing and her song said,
"My granddaughter and I are running for our lives,
My granddaughter and I are running for our lives."
When the song ended,
the women could scarcely hear the skin following them,
but not long afterward they heard it again.
When they reached home the skin,
now a bear,
was so near that as they pushed open the door it clawed at them
and scratched their backs, but they got in.
The old woman and her granddaughter were chipmunks.
Since that time chipmunks have stripes on their backs,
the result of the scratches given by the bear.
(from "The Story-Telling Stone",
edited by Susan Feldman)