A man asks his native friend, How do the natives name their
offspring?
The native friend explains, Whenever a baby is born, his father
wanders outside, absorbs the wonder of nature and then names his
child after the first thing he sees. When my brother was born, at
the moment of his birth, the first thing my father saw was a
beautiful red deer running off into the forest... and so he was
named Running Red Deer. When my sister was born, she was named
White Snow Gently Falling because that was the first thing my
father saw when he looked out of the tent. He then asks the man,
Why are you asking?
Im just curious, Two Dogs Fcking.
