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.
