This happens in a tribe somewhere on Earth. A kid sits pouting when his grandfather, also the tribal chief, walks by and asks him what is the problem.
Kid: I don't like my name, I hate it.
Chief: Now, now. It is tribal custom that me, the chief, names the child according to what I saw at the moment he or she was born. Don't you understand?
Kid is still pouting
Chief: See, I named your father Flying Eagle, your good friend next door Running Wolf, and your older sister Light Rain.
Kid is still pouting.
Chief: Time to go to your mother now. So run along, Fxxking Dog.
2007-05-25
12:52:17
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