Ku'uaki smiled as the joggers went by.  He couldn't imagine why they didn't catch pneumonia running in such cold weather.  He had been all over the world and found beauty wearever he went. But he still could not comprehend why sane human being would live where the temperature was near freezing for even a part of the year.

Ku'uaki had corvered his large frame with the biggest parka he could find. His long black hair was tied up in a top knot and decorated with shells.  He had a large friendly face that reminded you of Santa Claus depite the lack of beard and his cocoa complexion.

He spoke breifly with the tree spirits of the area.  They promised to hide his activities from casual onlookers. He thanked them and set to work.

He had many things to do before nightfall, but he still had plenty of time.  The dry leaves made a noisy crackle as he settled himself with a dancer's grace on the ground in the traditional meditation pose. He sat.  He calmed his breathing. He set his spiritual sheilds, and started chanting musicly under his breath.

Many people passed him on the trail, but all they saw was a large stone.  Some could pick up the gentle tones of his chanted, but all that happened was that they left with a peaceful feeling and somehow forgot the stone completely.