 By Warwick Evans
Deep in the heart of the reservation, Big Chief Sitting Duck is addressing his braves.
(drumming)
- Sitting Duck:
- Big Chief Yellow Feathers from tribe in north appoint some of my best braves to be
advisers in Great Tee Pee of the People, for what happen when happy hunting ground revert
to Yellow Foot rule. Him attempt to form "council of shadows" headed by Chief
Aching-Bones, previously in charge of high-rise wigwams. But man born with silver spoon in
mouth now speak with forked tongue. Aching-Bones come out with great long spiel of buffalo
foofies. Him not to be trusted. Make Sitting Duck mad. Make urgent smoke signals to Big
Chief Sitting on John in Downing Street. But deep down me keep cool - me know that at
least until 1997, me in total control - and braves from north not attack so long as
war-drums still sound.
(drumming stops)
- Sitting Duck:
- Oh ... great towering totem-poles. Background music finally stop. I now invite northern
braves for pow wows about pow wows. I go off now to meet them. Together we search for good
location made up of several wigwams and a couple of camp fires. Maybe then we can finally
reach some sort of settlement. In the meantime, no time for dinner so cancel my
reservation.
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