The Tale of the White-Tailed Deer <br />as told by a wise Navaho Shamanski <br /> <br />My friend Never-Falls-in-the-Dark walks in a bar. <br />He carries a white bow and white arrows. <br />Upon being asked by the white barman <br /> <br />why his weapons are painted white <br />the Injun answers, Hugh! I'm blind <br />and starts whirring an eagle by its tail feathers. <br /> <br />Inquired again why he does this he replies, <br />Oh I'm using him to look around. <br />He spreads his large white turkey feathers, <br /> <br />takes a running start when the barman <br />notices the white soles on the Indian's moccasins. <br />He stops him and queries why the painted soles. <br /> <br />The answer comes to better see at night. <br />Dumfounded the white man asks the native, <br />How do you that? The reply comes swiftly. <br /> <br />At night earth is dark, First People use their feet <br />to light their paths. Well, this is an Injun tale <br />and their seeing with their soles tells you <br /> <br />how bright they are. <br />What this got to do with the white-tailed deer <br />is that the buck illuminates the trails with his arse <br /> <br />so that white people could aim during the night at <br />moving targets and wouldn't use double-dipped <br />toilet paper to cleanse their corrupt souls.<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tale-of-the-white-tailed-deer/
