For as long as anyone could remember, the old indian had been in charge of naming the children of the tribe.

One day a young brave came up and sat next to him.

"Grandfather," began the brave, for everyone in the tribe referred to the old man as grandfater, "How is it that you come up with the names of everyone in our tribe?"

The old man replied, "It is very simple, my son."

"When a child is born to the tribe, and I see a hawk flying over, I name the child, Hawk Flying Over."

"If I see a coyote on the prairie when a child is born, I name the child, Coyote Running Free."

The young brave hung his head in thoughtful contemplation. "Has it always been this way, Grandfather?" he asked.

"Yes. my son," replied the old man, and added,

"But tell me, Two Dogs Fucking, what's your interest?"

— Silkwood