The youngest son of a great Indian chief went to his father and asked,
"Oh father, how did you choose the names for your three children?"
The great chief replied,
"My son, when your older brother was born, the first sight I saw after the moment of his birth was a bear running through the woods; so I named him running-bear.
The morning your sister was born, the first sight I saw was a beautiful star, so I named her morning-star.
But why do you ask me such a question, two-dogs-fucking?"

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