That would be an American Indian joke. Not as good as the memory man but almost as good as this mathematical hiding. It is, however, good enough for another globally warming type grey, wet, windy, cool day. No additives were used with these fat-free words...
A young Indian buck had spent most of his life having fun poked at him by the other young bucks in the village. He kind o’ knew why and finally managed to pluck up enough courage to confront his father, the Chief, for the answer. And Thus he asked his father how he’d chosen his children’s names.
The old Chief answered in his typically poetic way.
"When your brother Running Deer was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing I saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth.”
Then the Chief described how, at the moment of the birth of his elder sister, Soaring Dove, he’d seen a dove flying high above the wigwam.
Finally, the old Chief asked his youngest son, "Tell me, why all these questions Two Dogs F***ing?"
Quote; Patricia Briggs.
“Mercy is not a proper Indian name."... "Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.”
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