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Jul 02


One fine day on an Indian reservation, a young man went to see his father.
“Father,” he said, “how did my younger brother, Wild Horse, get his name?”
“Well, my son,” the young man’s father replied, “when your younger brother was born, I looked outside our teepee, and the first thing I saw was a wild horse, and so I named your younger brother after it.”
The young man continued, “Father, how did my sister, Running Water, get her name?”
His father sighed, “I remember it well. When your sister was born, I looked outside our teepee and saw a flowing river, and so I named your sister after it.”
“Father,” the young man began, “how did-“
“Wait,” the old chief interrupted. “Why do you ask these questions, Broken Rubber?”