Humor...I Need Humor...

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The Indian chief is sitting outside his wigwam, when he notices one of his braves walk by scratching his head and muttering to himself in a worried sort of way.

'You look worried my son.' observes the chief.

'I have been wondering, oh chief... it is up to you to decide the names of the braves and squaws when they are born. How do you do this?'

'Why, it is simple my son. when a new child is born I look around me and choose a name from what I see. So if it is dark and I see an owl fly high silhouetted against the sky, then I name the child Dark Soaring Owl. If it daytime and I am by the river there, and I observe a great trout pass by then I will name the child Great Fish Swimming. It is that simple.'

'Oh' says the brave

'You do not seem to be satisfied and still seem worried,' says the chief. 'Come confide in me - tell me, what is it that so worries you, Two Dogs Shagging?'
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