When the new school year started the
history teacher was so excited because there were three little American Indian boys in her
class. She was beside herself with excitement. So she asks the first little Indian boy to
stand up and tell the class what tribe he was from and how he knows this.
The little boy stands up and proudly throws
out his chest and takes his fist and hits it on his chest. He says in a booming voice,
"I am a Cherokee. My Father and I walked for many moons and one day my Father says,
'Son, you see all this land. This is Cherokee land.' So, I know I am a Cherokee."
The teacher says very good and asks the
next little Indian boy to stand. The little boy stands up and proudly throws out his chest
and takes his fist and hits it on his chest. He says in a booming voice, "I am a
Comanche. My Father and I walked for many moons and one day my Father says, 'Son, you see
all this land. This is Comanche land.' So, I know I am a Comanche."
The teacher is growing more excited by the
moment and asks the last little Indian boy to stand up. The little boy stands up and
proudly throws out his chest and takes his fist and hits it on his chest. He says in a
booming voice, " I am a Fuckawee."
The teacher looks dumbfounded and says,
"I don't think there is any such tribe as the Fuckawee."
The little boy says, "My Father and I
walked for many days and many nights. And many nights and many days. We ran out of water,
but we kept walking. With no rest, we were getting weary. Finally, one day my Father stops
and with his hand to shield the sun from his eyes, looks around and said, 'Hummmm, where
the Fuckawee.'"
