 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. Him make big trouble for us all. Heap big
pow wow in Great Wigwam of the People. We want smoke pipe of peace - but him chain smoke
cigarettes instead - then spit in bowl. Him plenty mad. Him say we no spend money on new
landing strip in Southwest. Him say money better spent on emergency supplies, like
fire-water. Now we go ahead to start build runway anyway - but hear many war drums from
north. While this go on, me get bright idea for future of tribe - give braves more say in
running settlement. Me outline proposals on big buffalo hide - size ten from Downing
Street. But big Chief Yellow Feathers throw mighty wobbly. Him go on warpath, and shout
bad words from mountaintop. Him say Sitting Duck broken tribal law - but him not specify
which clause of tribal law Sitting Duck break. Now every Wednesday afternoon, all braves
can be seen running round in many different directions like chickens with no head. But
Sitting Duck, he keep cool. He know that braves from north not attack while war-dance in
progress. So no need to worry, so long as war drums still sound.
(drumming stops)
- Sitting Duck:
- Oh! ... Me just remember, me have urgent business at old landing strip. Me hand over now
to Big Chief Running Ford - him know what to do when buffalo foofies hit fan.
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