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A young Indian brave went to see the old tribal chief. The brave said to the chief:

All these years, you have been the chief of our tribe, and all these years, you have named the people of our tribe. Tell me, how do you pick the names?

The chief replied:

The day your sister was born, I was in the great meadow and saw the sun rising up over the mountain. So on that day I named your sister "Rising Sun". When your brother was born, I saw a dear running through the brush, so I named your brother "Running Dear". This is the way I have named all of the people of the tribe over all these years. Tell me, . . . what makes you ask, Two Dogs F__king?