A Small Short Story for Giggles
Back in the time when the buffalo roamed free and the americas were as foreign to europe as the ocean is to us today, a curious settler stumbled across a nearby Native American camp and after a bit of talking, got an interview from the chief which showed him around and introduced him to people. After a bit of roaming, the settler turned to the chief and asked "what is this foul scent hanging upon the air?"
"that is Shitting Bull, he is the reason we don't hunt in the valley anymore" the chief replies, the settler, nodding passively before being taken around to wander through the camp a bit longer, the two comeing across two men that seemed to be mirror images of the other. "who are those two?" the settler asks in wonder, having never come across twins
"that is living rock and soaring hawk, living rock is slow in head but open of heart while soaring hawk is quick of mind but cold of heart, the two came to us from another tribe that fell to sickness" the chief replies, the two waving in sync as the settler and chief move on to the edge of camp, the settler preparing to leave before turning and asking "what is your name?"
the chief smiles and replies with "i am fucking bull". The settler grows confused at such a crass name for such a kind man, the question tumbling out of his mouth "why are you called that?" to which the chief simply replies "ask your sister"