"Feathers show number of sexual partners," the chief replied. Pointing to a nearby young brave, he continued, "Him, one woman, one feather”. Him pointing to a second, older man,” three women, three feathers."
The reporter looked at the Chief's headdress. "But you have so many feathers!"
The Chief proudly slapped his chest, me Chief; sleep with all women, big, small, fat, tall."
Horrified, the female reporter said, "You ought to be hung!"
The Chief said, "Damn right. Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake."
The offended reporter said, "You don't have to be hostile!"
The Chief replied, "Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any style!"
The reporter cried, "Oh, dear!"
"No deer," said the Chief. "Ass too high, run too fast!"
